Khin Hnin Yu - Parami Phi Samo Magazine Long Stories

The candle that is just starting to burn is still and upright. The wick at the top of the candle is swaying and moving.

The Buddha image's face remained calm, but as the fire moved, the golden colors on its face seemed to shift.

When the cold wind blew from the south window, the flame turned blue and dimmed.

In fact, it would be good to close the window facing south, but the young lady Thithi, who was concentrating on the Buddha, could not move because of her stillness. However, her body was still. Her mind was still more active than the flames of the wind. However, her eyes spent less time focusing on the image of the Buddha and more time looking at the candle flame.

"Freedom" and "not yet free" may be the same in words, but they are completely different in life.

In the case of the Buddha Gotama, who had been liberated from samsara, even the remaining image had a peaceful and tranquil physical body, and the surroundings were also peaceful and tranquil.

The heart of the sage before the Buddha image was burning with the intense desire for possessions, and she could not remain calm. The sage was not yet liberated. However, she was not contemplating the things of liberation and bowing down in reverence before the Buddha. She was simply praying for the possibility of a long journey with her beloved.

Thithi had complete faith that the power of this candle would fulfill her wish.

The purple electric lights were turned off, leaving only the light of candles in the entire temple.

As the wick burned, the candle grew brighter. Thithi's heartbeats gradually became faster. Her ears were glued to the door.

The candle flame flickered for the last time, then dimmed. This time it never came back on.

Thithi rose from her knees. The candle had gone out, so she turned on the purple lamp. The dim purple light was a cool color in front of the Buddha image.

Thi Thi let out a deep sigh. As she walked towards the south door, she looked up at the road again.

The rain-soaked Kukkai Road was visible under the dim moonlight. The moon was also dim. It was late at night, so the road was quiet. Occasionally, only a private car or two with two large headlights would pass by.

The house was built on the main road facing east. Thi Thi watched with great anticipation as a large car with two headlights drove by from the south. The headlights did not turn towards the courtyard, but every time they passed, she started to laugh.

The moonlight was slowly fading. The raindrops were slowly getting louder and louder. The wind was also blowing through the window. The big trees in the yard were swaying in the darkness. The sound of the leaves was like the groaning of ghosts, and it was so sad and scary.

A flash of lightning struck the glass window, and it began to glow. Thi Thi didn't dare to look at it for long. She closed the window.

He worshipped the Buddha and left the temple. The whole house was silent, with only a light shining from his bedroom.

Thi Thi heard the clock on the wall downstairs strike 12 as she walked.

Standing at the door of the bedroom, I stared at the bed. Looking at the big white bed was like a ghost, and my heart was filled with unease.

While he was standing by the bed, the telephone rang from beside the bed. Thi Thi picked up the telephone and held it.

I don't know what the other person is saying. Thi Thi is sighing. He is trying to control his trembling voice and answer.

"I didn't get up from my seat until the candle went out, my lord, I didn't move, the fire was completely gone, it burned out, but but... it's 12 o'clock now... he hasn't come back yet."

Thi Thi listened quietly to what was being said on the other side.

“Thank you, Your Majesty. I am glad you took such good care of Thithi. I am sorry for waiting until the candle goes out. Yes.. How about tomorrow? Can you tell me a way?”

Thi Thi nodded her head as she listened to what was being said on the other end, said her final goodbyes, and hung up the phone.

The lightning flashed in the midst of the heavy rain. Thithi didn't dare to go near the window. She didn't dare to turn off the light in the room. Sitting alone in the dark was terrifying. The light was so bright and unsettling that it was almost terrifying.

He turned on the small blue light above his head and turned off the large white light. The bedroom became a dull blue. The sound of the rain and wind became louder and louder.

The wind was getting colder. Thi Thi didn't want to sit and listen to the sound of the rain and wind for too long.

She flung open the closet. She took out a long gray wool sweater. She also grabbed a blue scarf to wrap around her head.

He was as bold as a man who dared to do anything. He stood at the entrance to the room and turned on all the lights outside. When he pressed the light switches at the top of the stairs, the red-brown staircase lit up. A long carpet lay down the middle of the stairs, so that the sound of his footsteps could not be heard.

"Don't be sad, don't be sad.. Don't be sad, try to get up."

He called out to the stairs and descended. He turned on the light switch at the bottom of the stairs and the living room was lit up again.

He sat down on the living room sofa, not even looking at the radio he had fought with Koko about three months ago.

Soon, the old man came closer.

"Mom..why are you wearing warm clothes?"

"Go and wake up the driver and tell him to get out of the car."

"Hmm..where are you going?"

"Wherever you go, try to wake me up."

Ma Thet looked worried and scared. She had a scarf tied around her head and chin, so her face was pale and round.