Tara Min Wai - A young man's stone carving history

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( 1 )

As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw a big, fat coconut tree. The leaves of the coconut tree were swaying in the wind. The rays of the sun were falling on my body.

"Is the boy awake?"

I turned around and saw the person from yesterday. I thought about it twice or three times before I remembered his name.

"Ko Shwe So"

"Come on, let's go have some tea."

"Is there a tea shop near here?"

Is there a tea shop where we can sit in this quiet neighborhood where gold and silver chains are tied? While the servant was wondering, Ko Shwe Sone laughed uncontrollably.

"We have to go drink in the kitchen. We make tea for our workers every morning in this house. I've made some for you too. Come on..come on."

I got off the bamboo bed to follow him. He wrapped his whole body around me and looked at me.

“They will change your clothes.” “It doesn’t matter if they don’t change them, it’s fine.”

"Hey... Hey... I can't."

He made gestures that resembled a sly remark.

"This is a very grand house. If you stay in this house in tatters, the owners will be disgraced."

"Your clothes don't matter to you, but they do."

"Ah... Is that so? It's good that you gave it to me in return."

I looked down at myself and shook out the creases in my pants. He asked me as he led the way.

"Did you sleep well last night?"

"I'm happy"

"It would be better than sleeping on the street."

"Oh..."

I didn't say anything. He didn't sleep on a mattress, he slept on a stone path, he had the right to dream of a fairy. He didn't seem to know any of this, so I didn't say anything.

As I studied the house, the yard, and the landscape, I recognized the grandeur of this grand home. How many winters would I have to spend in this beautiful setting? I couldn't even tell myself.

Ko Shwe Son, who was walking ahead, suddenly stopped. He still had to reach the kitchen he was aiming for. He looked at me with a confused expression on his face.

"Why, Ko Shwe?"

“I asked you, how did you know Salwin?”

"Where is Salween?"

"Hmm... don't you even know the name? Salwin is our master who brought you here. His full name is "Salwin the Brave."

"Ah..."

I felt a flash of blue. All the birds in the world had spread their wings to fly into the universe. The sky was waiting for them to cut the ribbon.

( 2 )

Some people might not believe me if I told them that all of this happened because of a spider. But it's true. One day, on a waning moon, a spider I met spat out all of this.

That day, on my way home from school, I accidentally killed a spider that was crawling on the door. It jumped on my face. As it fell to the floor, dead, I was brushing the cobwebs off its face. It was the first time I had ever seen the ugliness of a spider. I also saw that ugliness can be a beautiful and terrifying thing. To me, the spider looked like a black flower that had died and then come back to life with its fangs.

In the following days, that spider that hated me began to shoot at me with white blood streaks coming from its legs and arms.

She is a new student who has just joined our English class. She is modern, energetic, and has an undeniable beauty. She has systematically given me more relationships than I need in the classroom.

I looked up in surprise as spider webs fell beside me. I was in a spider's web. As if looking out from a vertically aligned spider's web, everything I saw seemed to be upside down.

People started thinking that he and I were lovers. My friend left me with him and went out. His friends also talked about him and me like flowers and butterflies. I was so confused in his spider web that I realized it too late.

To this day. I have not misunderstood the moral values ​​that a man should have. He was too sensitive to the dignity of the other person, so I was buried in a pit. I did not love him, and I never said I did. Until then, I had no love.

I don't know much about him either. He told me, but I wasn't interested so I forgot. I don't know why he treats me like this.

My father, the only person I have in the world, spoke to me one day.

"I thought you two would get these things from your father when you got married."

I'm not interested in any of the items. I stared at my father's face from a distance. He smiled at me. He patted my head and...

"The girl is not bad, son. I agree with you, Dad. Even the other day, the girl's parents and Dad were hinting at each other. They like you too."

I was still in shock when my father left. After a while, I got up from my seat and left. I felt bitter as I walked to my room.

When I got to the room, I closed the door. I also closed the open windows. In the dark corner of the room, I sat with my hands on my knees and my head hanging down. What I noticed was that I was wrapped tightly in spiderwebs.

I don't know how long I lived in despair. My mind was wandering. The faint, dreamy rhythms of the snowflakes were intertwined.

I saw a young woman coming down from the sky step by step. Her hair was flowing poetically. The scene was blurry. But in my heart, stars bloomed. It was like fire and water mixed together and splashed into my bosom, burning and cooling.

My whole body is shaking, my senses are exploding, my dreams are boiling...

"Oh..."

My hands suddenly came loose from the place where they had been clasped around my knees. My head, which had been hanging down, rose up. I uttered a muffled chant.

"Love..."

As I took a deep breath, my eyes filled with light. I could see everything clearly. The spider webs that had been wrapped around me had been torn to pieces. I stood up and muttered again.

"Love..."

Yes. I have never had a lover. I did not know what it was like to be loved. In a crisis situation in life, my heart naturally yearned for my lover. Just by longing for my lover, the bonds that had bound me were broken.

If you have to struggle through life with someone you truly love, many closed doors will open in a flash. My mind is at peace and clarity. | I opened the closed windows again.

I took a deep breath of fresh air. Then I opened the door to my room. There was a small note written on my father's desk.