Journalist Mamalay - Mind

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I didn't cry out loud, I didn't sob, I just stared at the burning, burning, burning thing under my eyes.

He leaned over, covered his nose with a handkerchief, and apologized with red lips...

"Come back, Ma Saw Lin, let me apologize sweetly. Come back, 'Why are you watching this?'"

"I begged him, but he didn't say anything back, and he didn't move. • . A young man stood there, staring at the burning fire, holding a white scarf over his nose in one hand, and said...

"Call me Cho Cho, people are already gone."

Don't even turn around and look at what I'm saying.

The late summer wind is blowing fiercely.

"Don't be so early... can't you tell me, let's go back and hide."

The wind was good, the flames were raging and burning. A crackling sound came out from the roaring sound of the flames.

One of his legs was already burning before his eyes. A shirtless, dark-skinned man was looking at the burning strong long-tail in front of him and throwing Thanaka sticks at it. | Another man with a short long-tail and a black man...

“It’s a lot better than the Rakhine Longyi, but it’s a shame that the yellow background doesn’t have black trim.”

He said, feeling sorry.

The shirtless, dark-skinned Sansalaka...

"Oh my God, I've given you a hundred rupees for the shirt and the longyi to be cremated with the body. Don't be greedy, my mother seems to be very fond of you. I want to see you cremated with the clothes. I don't think it's fair to see the body without clothes." . .

He said in response.

The wind was blowing hard. The body was lifted up when the flames became intense. The two monks had to beat it down with their hammers.

The old tamarind trees swayed with their twisted branches. The soft leaves fluttered and fell. On one side of the cemetery was a large field. The wind, which freely flowed in, hit the tall, dense tamarind trees with great force and passed between the branches. Then it made a loud, ringing sound.

The treetops are swaying...

The caves, covered with grass and weeds, are silent and silent under the long, falling shadows. The caves are of various shapes. Some are high and lofty, while others are flat and have various shapes.

A grave with sharp, jagged edges is surrounded by a small iron fence, and a Thanakha tree is planted around it. The small, round Thanakha leaves are green and dry with dust. The Thanakha buds, which are covered with yellow fruits, are only at the tip and are not very developed. The grave is scattered with dried leaves and flowers.

In comparison to that cave, there was a flat cave, half covered with grass. I don't know how long that cave had been there, but the grass had grown up and cut through part of the cave from one side to the other. The moss had grown on the other side, so the brick-colored stone was no longer visible, but rather a dark brown color.

The caves are arranged in rows. The caves have nameplates at the top, while some do not have nameplates. Nameplates are carved on the brick slabs at the top of the caves.

The tamarind leaves are said to be constantly falling from the tree in bunches. The wind is blowing hard, and the yellow and green leaves are falling from the top of the branches. From a distance, you can only see the leaves swaying and falling in bunches.

The wind blew through the entire cemetery.

The smoke from the cremation pyre rose into the air. The flesh was burning, making a continuous crackling sound. Fat was dripping from the body, and the fire was raging, emitting a pungent, acrid smell. The nails of the big, black, swollen fingers were • The color of the ripe earth and the wood was visible in the flames.

The corpse, laid on the pyre, slowly disfigured and decayed in the flames.

Cho Cho is nearby, snoring...

"Let's go back, it's early in the morning. The smell is bad. Besides, there's no one in the cemetery anymore. It's getting dark soon."

It is said.

But he overheard.

Sitting cross-legged on a fallen tree stump, staring blankly at the huge body that was burning with a crackling sound. The wind blew, causing strands of hair to fall and fall on his face. He didn't even try to brush them away with his hands, sometimes the hair fell over his eyes.

The monks were using sticks, axes, and bamboo to prop up the burning corpse, adjusting the fire to an even level. The flames were roaring and roaring, devouring the corpse.

The male child, however, did not say anything to his companion, but stood there motionless, his hands clasped together. He fanned his wings and the smell of smoke drifted towards him, and he covered his nose with his white handkerchief.”

Cho Cho, realizing that he couldn't call her, stood next to her, covering her face with a handkerchief and sobbing.

A flock of cemetery birds had taken flight towards the field in alarm. The tamarind leaves were falling and the wind was blowing, only occasionally gentle, then constantly blowing.

The scent was so strong that it made me turn around and Cho Cho couldn't help but run to the other side. He stopped under an old tamarind tree with its branches bent down, walking quite a distance.

"Let's go back and hide... Let's go back and hide"

"He shouted.

Amidst the howling wind and the crackling of the flames, the call of the dove was heard faintly. After a while, the young man could no longer bear the smell, so he ran back to where the dove was and stayed.

The sound of the crackling became louder and louder, and they came back and beat with a hammer. The body gradually shriveled and twisted in the flames, disfiguring itself. One of its legs was almost completely burned.

Cho Cho changed direction and then came back again, clinging to me...

"Don't be so stubborn, don't be so stubborn, and it's not good to watch this from the beginning to the end, come on, come on."

He said, holding out one hand.

He didn't even clasp his hands again. He didn't brush away the hair that had fallen into his eyes, he didn't adjust his posture. He sat with his legs crossed and his hips squared, just as he had before.

"Here, Master, add more Thanaka stones."

He even stirred up the spirits and threw a piece of Thanaka into the flames.

But Cho Cho turned her face away, not daring to look at the disfigured figures.

The shadows stretched forward and became longer. The caves, with their steep, pointed peaks, cast shadows. But in the thick tamarind trees, darkness fell. Smoke billowed up, mingling with the darkness.

The wind was not as strong as it had been earlier. It seemed to be blowing gently in the evening. The wind that was blowing on the body was no longer as strong as it had been earlier, but had slowed down and made a more whistling sound.

“Let’s go back, Ko Thet and Cho Cho are waiting for us,” Cho Cho called out again.

“It’s almost over, Cho Cho, I really want to see how it ends.”

That's all he said. There was no crying, no sobbing, no trembling in his voice, just a slight softness in his natural voice and a calm, steady voice.

The flames were getting thinner. There was no longer any spark or burning, no crackling sound. The human form that had been seen earlier was now nowhere to be found, and was left in black. The bones must be buried in the ashes.

When the fire was low and the smoke was almost gone, a shirtless, dark-skinned figure, holding a hammer, came to the door and said, "...

"When will the bones be collected? Should we collect them ourselves?"

He asked.

"I'll come get it early tomorrow morning. Soak it in the coconut water from that new pot."

'The two Sang-la stood by the ash heap, whispering..'

"Yes, I will. Come and get it."

He answered.

The wind blew again, and the ashes rose upward. Bones appeared from the ashes.

After standing and watching until the flames from the stump died down...

"I'll be back"

"He said one word and walked towards the entrance of the cemetery. They didn't speak on the way, they passed the caves lying in heaps. A dog heard the sound of people and ran out of one of the small caves and hid next to a large, tall cave.

When we reached the edge of the cemetery's spire, Ma Saw Lin said,

"Oh... it's over.....it's over."

He muttered.

Cho Cho was holding Ma Saw Lin's hand. Cho Cho's face was red and her eyes were swollen from crying so much. Ma Saw Lin's face wasn't as red and her eyes weren't swollen, but her hair was tangled and falling down her face because she couldn't hold it in her hands.

The young man walked about two paces ahead.

'When we left the cemetery and came to a dilapidated old temple, Ma Saw Lin looked around and...

"What about you, aunts?"

He asked.

Cho Cho turned around and looked...

"Let's go back, okay? The wind has been blowing since the fire started and the smell is unbearable. They went back, calling out to Ma Saw Lin."

"I didn't hear."

Ma Saw Lin answered.

"They are still waiting, the smell is still wafting into the room,

They couldn't even call Ma Saw Lin, the smell was so bad they went back, Cho Cho couldn't stay anymore.

The entire cemetery was shrouded in darkness. The rain suddenly began to fall, the wind picked up, and even drizzle began to fall.

The caves are said to become denser as you approach the entrance. The small caves are almost completely separated from each other. On the other hand, there are taller caves on the ground. All of them are covered with moss, grass, and weeds due to lack of maintenance.

The rain has stopped falling, and the sun has not yet set, but is shining brightly, reflecting its golden light. The shape of the raindrops is dazzling.

The young man hurriedly reached the cemetery gate. Cho Cho spread his handkerchief over his head. The rain unexpectedly fell on the village. But the sun was shining brightly.

Ma Saw Lin walked as if nothing had happened. She didn't even wipe her feet for fear of getting wet in the rain, and she didn't even wear anything on her head, she was so sweet...

"It's raining."

He said as he ran to the road.

On the road, there was a thick grove of tamarind trees that held the rain above them, so even if it rained heavily, we wouldn't get wet. A young man stood by the road, waiting, shaking off the water from his coat.

Ma Saw Lin walked gracefully through the rain.

"If it doesn't get dark early, it's going to rain and get cold."

He said to the young man next to him.

When Ma Saw Lin approached...

"Look, even if the rain dries up, your head will be wet and you'll catch a cold. Your clothes are also wet, right?"

Saying this, he wiped his head with a handkerchief.

If you wipe your mouth...

"Ma Saw Lin is very difficult to deal with."

Saying

"Now... let's go back."

Ma Saw Lin said nothing and got into the big blue car parked under a tree on the side of the road. The young man got in and sat in the front.

The rain stopped again, not wanting to be angry.

The car turned off the bumpy cemetery road and onto the country road. As it turned south, Ma Saw Lin said,

"Hey.. I have to take you and Cho Cho back home."