စိတ်ထဲရှိသမျှ

Memory is oddly selective. Today for no reason I found myself inexplicably transported back to the past. Just about two years ago today, I arranged to meet Emily for lunch at Casa Mia restaurant in Sule Square. It was great to catch up and see her again after a year and a half. After lunch, I met up with Shali and bought a pack of cigarettes before heading to 21st Street for some tea. It was her little secret hideaway in the bustling city of Yangon. On the 21st street, she and I spent hours discussing our forthcoming projects at a teashop until the sun went down. Afterwards, we headed to the

မင်းရဲ့ဘေးမှာထိုင်ပြီး တောင်တန်းဒေသ အကြောင်းတွေ ပြေပြချင်သေးတယ်။ I wish to tell you more about mountains areas sitting right beside you. This reminds me of the day Lilly and I set off, set off to the unbeknown area. The journey, we took together, led us away from the busy city life and toward the green paddy fields and hills of the countryside. See, it’s wrong what people say about the past and how one can bury it. As I’ve learnt it now, one just can’t bury the past because it claws it’s way

We named him စောချက်ဘူး because he could cook and flirt at the same time. စော was an honorific. We met in Sat Puu Taung village, our first stopover. We made our acquaintance to dine together that night under an open sky beneath the twinkling stars, but our break-the-ice session was cut short due to the unexpected rain pouring down in the late evening of early May. Eventually, we got to know each other. Saw Chat Buu was pretty resourceful. He became our cook and carpenter, someone we could count on for anything. He was

Wistful longing for လင်မျှော်ကုန်း။  Hence U Aung named it လေမျှော်ကုန်း။ But we voted against it and called လင်မျှော်ကုန်း instead.  It’s a hill slope, cultivation of အမိုး where she plants the corn and other only-god-knows vegetables that are scattered across the hill.  A long dead tree trunk lays in the middle of it and serves as an extended bench for a desolated soul to contemplate the meaning of life by looking at the chain of rolling hills in the distance.  The place offers us different sceneries throughout the day too.  In the morning, it gives us a breathtaking misty view, offering the mood of quietness

It was one of those lazy summer days in late May. Shali and I happened to visit a bookstore in Junction Square mall with zero intention of going there in the first place.  We were perhaps doing it out of boredom and despair following the unfortunate disappearance of our friend.  I was lazily browsing some books, I don’t recall now, but she was frantically looking for something else.   When I got bored browsing the books, I told her that it was time we left the place, and as we were about to, she quickly disappeared