Bhamo Tin Aung - Whatever Happens to Life

What is Hlanat Mae playing at? Or, have you already done a lot of pretending?

The light is unable to share its illness. What sick person can truly know the illness in his own body?

Even then, Hlaya was not yet satisfied or contented, and had he captured the beautiful and simple Thwin Lin?

Thun Lin was unable to sleep. He was tossing and turning in his bed. He was tossing and turning. No matter how hard he tried to fall asleep, he couldn't. His eyes were wide open.

Htun Lin went to bed at about 12 o'clock. It wasn't because he wanted to sleep. He just had to go to bed. He didn't know how long he had been in bed. He only knew that it had been a long time. When it was time for bed and he couldn't sleep at all, lying in bed became like a heavy burden. Not only was it hard to sit up, but it was also hard to breathe. His head was aching, his back was aching, and he couldn't sit up. He would often sigh. Even though he was a very patient person, his temper was starting to fray.

It had been a long time since the fire had gone out and he had gone to bed. He had been struggling in the darkness and the blackness for a long time. The very gentle and patient Thun Ling felt as if he were fighting with the world. So he suddenly threw off the large blanket that had covered him , and jumped off the bed, holding the mosquito net. Having done what he had wanted to do with such a short mind, Thun Ling stood there for a long time in the darkness and the blackness. He had separated the world that was sleeping soundly, and he had finished. What was he going to do next? Unable to think of anything, he went to the study table next to the bed and turned on the table lamp.

Suddenly, a light went on in the dark room. There were not many things in the room. There was only a bed, a table and a chair, which were indispensable, but a drinking bottle, a large uniform box for clothes, and a bookshelf. There was also a photograph hanging on the table next to the bed. The photographer was an old woman who was estimated to be about fifty years old.

As if his heart was burning, Thun Lin filled a glass of water from the well and drank it down with a gurgling sound. Then he sat down at the study table. After sitting motionless at the study table for a long time, he shook his head and suddenly opened the desk drawer. Then he took out his gold watch from inside the desk drawer and looked at it.

It was past midnight, and the clock struck two. To be precise, there were only five minutes left until two o'clock. So there weren't many hours left until dawn. Staring at the clock for a long time, Thwin Lin was very surprised that he couldn't sleep like everyone else while the whole world had been sleeping soundly for two years. He had lived in the human world for almost twenty years, but he had never experienced anything like this. This was the first time.

When he heard the sound of snoring from the other side, Htun Lin became dissatisfied with his body, which had not been able to sleep until now. Why couldn't he sleep like everyone else? Htun Lin was accusing himself as the defendant and trying him as the judge. However, how could Htun Lin prove himself in a case where there was only one judge and one defendant?

He sat down heavily on the chair. He put the watch back in and closed the desk drawer. At that moment, he heard footsteps coming steadily down the corridor, and since he had not been able to read anything since the early hours of the morning, he hurriedly picked up the book of divination that was lying upside down on the desk and pretended to read it.

The footsteps, walking steadily and steadily along the corridor of the school, suddenly stopped when they reached the brightly lit room of Htun Lin. Htun Lin pretended not to know or hear, and was studying. The person standing in front of the room waited quietly for a moment, then knocked softly on the door from outside.

Htun Lin stood up from the desk without putting down his book of divination and opened the door. As he had expected, the person knocking on the door was the instructor, the dormitory warden. To protect himself from the cold, the dormitory warden was wearing a large woolen coat and a woolen scarf around his neck.

“Hey... you haven't slept yet, Maung Tun Lin?” the instructor asked with a very surprised expression.

"I'm just going to sleep, teacher. I haven't finished my homework yet." As is the custom of students, Tun Lin easily lied to his teacher.

"If you study so late at night, it will harm your health, Maung Tun Lin. You should do everything with caution," the dormitory warden warned the student as his duty.

"Yes, sir, I'm going to sleep now," Tun Lin replied respectfully to the teacher.

"You're not only a passer, you're also capable of getting distinction. Now... now, there's no time left. Go to sleep, okay?" After saying those warning words, the dormitory warden continued walking down the corridor, and Htun Lin closed the door of his room and walked back to his desk.

After sitting down at the study table, without knowing the reason, he thought back to the words of his class teacher and the head of the Thaton School where he lived, Sayar U Kyi, who had honestly and confidently encouraged him by saying, “You are not only a passer, but also a person who can achieve distinction.” Htun Lin wanted to laugh at his own inconsistency. However, he couldn’t help but laugh. He heard Sayar U Kyi’s footsteps returning, and he immediately turned off the light switch.