Khin Hnin Yu - Aanwe Thu Pa Shin Magazine Long Stories

If everything could be as it was, Malay Nu would just like to be a little flower.

I want life to be like a stream. As long as the brown stream flows, the flower wants to follow it. Let it flow whenever it wants to.

In fact, his imagination was so dreamy that he wanted to sleep in a state of perpetual sleep, dreaming.

It's hard to believe that you'll find something, no matter what. But dreams are only temporary.

He had just floated away like a flower, but now his life had changed. He had to travel to the Naga Mountains as a medical officer in the New Life Creation Team. All along the way, Malay Nu wanted to laugh. The Naga Mountains were very similar to his life. There was nothing that made it easier. | He thought that he would be exhausted when he reached the foot of the mountain after going down the steep mountain.

But as soon as we reached the foot of the mountain, we saw the steep slope of the mountain. On the way down, we had to hold on to our feet tightly. On the way back up, we were exhausted. What if we didn't feel any better?

The forest path was blocked by trees, but the people were still coming back. When they first left Laungsot, they had been talking to each other. Now they couldn't even speak.

Even a mile from Laungsaut seemed like a long journey. As the Malayanu people crossed a mountain peak, they heard the sound of a spring.

The sound of the spring became a song to make them happy. They had to relax for a while in the shade of the spring. They slowly descended the mountain. The spring laughed in the valley. The emerald green water lilies on the rocks were moving under the spring.

When they arrived here, all the flowers were gone. But Malay Nu thought that the beauty of the stream was good for a movie. If they were to make a movie, he would want to make an actress. He wanted Ko Pe Aung to be the actor. If he had to go up the mountain and talk about Ko Aung, he would not know that he would get flowers. But no one knew about him, and he continued to leave quietly.

They began to enter Hathi Sha as the sun set. The Naga villagers watched them. Their camp was between the Naga village and the two hills where the UMP army was.

When they arrived at the camp, no one wanted to move.

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The first ones to arrive had already cleared the hill. Looking from the hill to the valley behind, the Nansaliam Stream lay like a large, leaden ribbon, still and quiet. From a distance, the Nansaliam Stream, hidden in the shadow of the mountain, looked like a lovely brown stream. But in reality, the cold water was not worth touching. The water was so rough that the rapids were terrifying.

The next batch of supplies must have come from Nansaliam Creek. Within a week, the camp was filled with white canvas tents.

The first camp commander called Maung Hla to join the Nagas. When Maung Hla arrived, the entire camp was amazed. No one thought he was a Naga, but rather a Burman. He was neatly dressed in a cloth and a long robe, not the same as the other Nagas. His hair was not the same as the Nagas' hair, but was cut in a neat bun like the Burmans. Maung Hla spoke Burman fluently. Every time he laughed, the sincerity of the Nagas was revealed.

Maung Hla was the most important person for the three Malay doctors. The Nagas did not like his sudden entry into the village.

Even before they could start work, they encountered the Nagas again.

The Hathi villagers, with the help of UMP troops, defeated the Salaw Nagas who were attacking Naga villages.

The entire village was busy preparing to celebrate the victory by cutting off the head of the Saulo leader.

They are carving the largest drum to be played at the festival. It is a joy to see the whole village gather and carry a large block of wood to carve the drum.

Every time I had to carry it, the cheers and cheers that were coming from the trees made it seem like the entire forest was shaking.

In fact, the big drum they carved was similar to the big wooden drums played by African savages in the movies. | On the night of the dance, they invited the people from their camp to come. The only people who were not from the country were Bo Mya Win and the UMP battalion, who were camped on the other side of the hill.

On the hillside above Hatti, there was a monk. In the evening, they were preparing bonfires. It was a spectacle that they had never seen before. When night came, the flames began to burn fiercely.

Malay Nu was initially interested in the dance. But when he saw the people from Pyay Maung at the dance, he was disappointed. If it hadn't been for Bo Mya Win and his group at the Naga dance, Malay Nu would have been very happy.

In her mind, she thought that the Naga Mountains would only be inhabited by Nagas and their new life companions. But now she was also seeing strangers she wanted to meet.

He thought to himself that he was going too far in not wanting to see the innocent Bo Mya Win and his group.

The scene at the dance was more thrilling than beautiful. The moonlight was shining on the roofs of Hatshepsut's tents. The leaves were dripping with silver, and they were shining brightly.

If the entire village were covered in moonlight, the scene would be beautiful and peaceful. Now the Nagas' torches have ruined the silvery glow of the moon, making it look ugly.

Before the show started, Malay Nu was interested in the dance. But when the show started and Bo Mya Win and his friends arrived, she didn't want to watch the dance.

The entire village audience and their entourage sat on the ground. In the middle of the ground, the light from the torches and the moonlight mixed together to create a bright yellow glow.