University of Phonaing - A Corner of Snow and a Corner of Rain

The winter has already passed. The winter has already passed, and in the evening, the snow mist is floating and hazy. It is so blue that it looks like fog. However, fog is a summer thing. It is not a winter thing. And fog has no smell, at least I think it has no smell. Snow has a smell. It cannot be said that it is fragrant. It has a refreshing smell. If you smell it, you know that winter is already here. Or you understand that snow has arrived.

Actually, I think that the new winter and the arrival of snow have the same meaning. There is only one problem. Can we say that the rainy season has ended because the new winter has arrived? I don't think so, the old and the new often overlap.

Look at the evening, the eastern half of the world is covered with snow and blue. The western sky is cloudy. It is full of colors like the sunset during the rainy season. There are also purple and gray clouds. The wind is blowing hard every now and then. It is not a north wind. When will the clouds continue to sweep over? If so, will the stars still be visible in the night sky? If there are clouds on the beautiful Tansaung Shwe Daing, it would be sad.

Lecturer Dr. U Myint Nwe smiled as he walked down the narrow street in the center of Mandalay University, flanked by Hta Naung and Tamarin.

As a psychology lecturer, I understand the mind. Especially my own mind.

I imagine. I have never thought it was shameful to be imaginative. In fact, a human mind needs a reasonable amount of imagination to be human.

The season is so dreamy, so beautiful, so strange, so nostalgic, so brown.

U Myint Nwe was walking south from the row of wooden houses where many assistant lecturers, known as Ba Sha Hat (Ht) by government engineers, were housed.

The red, brown and wooden houses are beautiful. The soil in the courtyard is different from the other soil around it, it is light and white. It is called the soil that has been laid. Because the soil is light and white, the green of the trees and flowers that grow there stands out more clearly.

Engineers' terminology is also complicated. I don't know why they call beautiful wooden houses "barsha huts".

I don't know why people didn't tell me before that Mandalay was beautiful.

Poetic beauty doesn't like the word yet. Poetic beauty - yes. Poetic beauty. Mandalay's beauty has a poetic life.

Far away in the distance, the Shan Mountain... Yes, the Mountain... high, majestic, majestic, and peaceful. The snow-covered sky was still blue and dark. Between the Mountain and the viewer were fields. There were a few forests here and there. There were also many white pagodas. They were also peaceful. What would happen to the landscape without them? It would certainly be incomplete, unbeautiful.

U Myint Nwe turned east and walked towards the blue mountains. He passed the two-story buildings one after the other. Entering his own compound, U Myint Nwe looked around at the buildings on either side.

On the other side of the yard, a botany professor, about the same age as him, was waving goodbye to his little son, who was about a month old. He must have just come home from school, just like him. He hadn't changed his clothes yet. As the professor was waving and caressing his little son, the middle son was hugging him from behind. A big boy was riding a bicycle around the yard.

U Myint Nwe sighed softly and entered the room. There was no one to greet him. There was no one to embrace him with joy and to caress him.

U Myint Nwe changed his clothes upstairs, his chest heavy with pride. He hung his clothes on a clothesline and hung them on hooks. He spread his blanket at the foot of the bed.

He came downstairs and sat down on the piano bench. He opened the piano lid and tried the sound. What should I play? I didn’t know what to play, and I didn’t feel like playing anything. I heard footsteps and Kyaw Thet Wai appeared holding a cup of coffee. Thet Wai placed the cup on the small table. U Myint Nwe stopped playing the piano and asked Thet Wai. “Is this the only cup of coffee?” “Yes, sir, just one cup. Is it because the guests are coming?” “My father, are the guests coming? I want to drink more strong coffee.”

"Sorry, sir, that's what I meant. I read an article in the newspaper the other day. Coffee contains caffeine or benzoin. It definitely says that caffeine can cause heart disease, heart palpitations, or something like that."

"What's wrong?"

“That’s why I only gave you one cup of coffee,” U Myint Nwe asked, looking at Thet Wai intently. “Here… Thet Wai, are you the teacher or am I the teacher?” “Ha… This matter is clear, I am me, the teacher is the teacher.” “Okay… If it’s clear, I’ll make you another cup of coffee, can you drink one?” “Can you finish it?” “Don’t be long, Thet Wai, do what I ask.”

"I'm afraid I'll be left with nothing, sugar is expensive, and you're not going to the golf course, are you?"

“I... didn't play golf today.” * Oh... that's why....” “What? That's why.” “Looking for rain in the winter,” Thet Wai said and left the room. U Myint Nwe sat down to drink coffee, dissatisfied.

Thet Wai is a long-winded man. He makes good coffee. Just like U Myint Nwe likes, it's slightly bitter and sugary.

U Myint Nwe smiled as he drank his coffee. What the wise Thet Wai said was true. Drinking too much coffee is not good. The problem is that he really likes bitter coffee without milk. If he has nothing to do, he is satisfied with just sitting and drinking bitter coffee like black tea.

There's nothing to do this evening, and it's time to go to the golf course. Well... after coffee, I'll go down to the yard and practice putting (close-range golf). An hour or so of leisurely time will pass.