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I dreamt of her the other day. She has not lost her grace and beauty. I was surprised, but also extermely pleased. It has been 5 years. I wonder how she is doing. I do hope and pray that she is in good health. It is funny, when you think about it, that we never once bumped into each other in the past, even though we lived in the same country. Exactly two weeks ago, I learnt that she had grown fond of reading poems. She admitted that a lack of time had pushed her towards short essays and poetry, especially poems, which she enjoys most for how they open imaginary doors

The first ever book I read about Burma was the river of lost footsteps by Thant Myint-U. It was a gift from Ken but he wanted me to leave the book in the UK. The second was none other than letters from Burma, the collections of essays by the Lady. It’s her wittiness, senses of dry humour and touches of sarcasm, and her writing style that captivated me. I’d say for the appreciation of dry humours, her years in the UK were not wasted at all. Among her essays, communication is the one I like the best - it’s essential yet exhausting