Khin Hnin Yu - Masanda

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“Father U Kya, mother Daw Hemaranth, daughter Masandar Kaungkum”

"Carve the letters on the stone slab at the entrance, I think that's enough, teacher."

Teacher Daw Nana Sari slowly nodded her head..

“Maung Win, she’s not a girl you like very much, but even with this inscription, she must have some meaning. Let’s go, shall we?”

The teacher didn't seem to want to stay for long. He called out to Daw Shwe Thwe, who was sitting next to him.

“Now, Ma Shwe Thwe.. the engineers are in charge, let’s go back, teachers.”

U Win Pe also gave the engineers a brief order and stood up. The three of them started walking up the Sagaing Chaung Road from above the Thayetpin Pier. The three of them walked slowly, each with their own thoughts, but all three of them were thinking of only one person, Masandar.

Masandar entrusted the three of them with the task of repairing the machine that supplied water to the Sagaing Hills, which had been damaged during the Japanese era. He also provided them with sufficient funds.

The three of them walked, but they could not speak. Sometimes they walked on the dust. Sometimes they walked on the steps of the cement stairs. The three of them did not even notice the monasteries, the shrines, and the caves on both sides.

As much as I was grateful to Masanda for helping me fix the water hole that I wanted to make for the teacher, I was still thinking about Masanda's departure. Masanda did not leave Burma honestly, and he would not be happy for his daughter Masanda.

Daw Shwe Thwe was shaking violently. She was the one who took Masandar out of the peaceful Sagaing Chao. If she hadn't taken him, wouldn't Masandar have ended his life peacefully in the monastery with Daw Nya Na Sari? Now...

Daw Shwe Thwe, who had created a bridge between the chaotic world and the peaceful monastery, was deeply shaken and began to feel remorse.

For U Win Pe, everything was quiet and dry, and there was no noise even while walking.

"A very stubborn girl, a girl who changed her life with a sign."

He muttered this in his heart: "Don't be sad, it's just the fate of fate, who can create it?"

The teacher was moved by the three of them walking silently. That's right, it's the cause of karma. The teacher is a monk and a monk. No matter what, he will be able to face both hardships and happiness with calmness.

They slowly approached the Lum Pagoda. Before turning towards the Lum Pagoda, the teacher entered the pavilion on the right.

Daw Shwe Thwe and U Win Pe also came along and sat on the couch in the front room of the monastery.

The house of the teacher Daw Nana Sari. The house where Ma Sanda used to live. The two of them took the little Ma Sanda out of this monastery and into the world.

It seems as if scenes from the past are emerging one after another from every corner of the entire temple. Masandar's footprints, works, and images of his past are left behind throughout the temple.

Daw Shwe Thwe closed her eyes tightly.

U Win Pe, however, was staring at the tamarind tree at the base of the tree. In his mind's eye, he imagined that the little Masanna, who had always been playing happily, plucking and throwing tamarind leaves, would run into his arms right now.

The most calm of all was Teacher Lay Daw Inanasari. I can't say she wasn't shaken. But Teacher Lay didn't lose her composure like they did. She was able to remain calm.

“Dwey Lay Thwey.. let’s go back,” U Win Pe said, walking towards Daw Shwe Thwey.

“No way, Maung Win, I have planned breakfast for you. Come back in the morning.”

The teacher stepped forward and said.

U Win Pe nodded briefly and walked out of the building. His feet started moving towards the path leading to the Luang Pagoda.

The pagoda square was quiet. The sound of the bells was soft. The gentle breeze carried the scent of Chinese jasmine flowers.

In the past, Masanda would clear the garbage in the square and recite long prayers.

Ko Win Pe was picking up and throwing away the dried banyan leaves that had fallen from the outside of the compound, and he was filled with tears for his beloved Masanda.

Now, Ko Win Pe came to believe in the laws of fate.