Yan Aung - Short Stories from All Regions

Love

By living in rural villages and writing imaginative literature, one can create literature that is both peaceful and lively, with a clear heart and a calm, peaceful writing style.

Therefore, on the 1st day of the full moon of Tabaung, I went to Okpho Village, near Thadukan Village, Insein District, to write.

One day, a young man came to the house of the doctor Kyaw, where I was staying, and handed some letters to the doctor's wife, Daw Aye. Daw Aye read the letters and said,

" For the teacher too..." he said.

I was given a piece of paper and when I read it, I realized it was an invitation to a wedding in Sadhukan village.

Okpho village, where I live, and Sadhukan village are only one mile apart, two villages in one. In addition, there is a Sadhukan pagoda near Sadhukan village, so whenever I go to Okpho village to visit Sadhukan pagoda, I always go into Sadhukan village to find friends and acquaintances and chat. So Sadhukan village also knows me.

However, I don't know the house with the invitation. I may have been there before, but I may have forgotten their names. Or they may have invited me because they know the writer "Yan Aung," who often comes to Sadhukan village.

Anyway, when I arrived at the village, I thought, "It would be good if I went to the forest temple and learned some forest knowledge."

" If Daw Aye and I go, I'll go too..." he said, stepping forward.

" It would be great if you went, sir.... When you get there, you will hear and learn some strange things..."

" What's so special, Daw Aye..." I asked.

" I'll let you know... I'll make friends with someone who can tell you something unusual..."

The desire to hear, see, meet, and know the unusual is more intense in writers, but I am eagerly awaiting the wedding day, when I will hear and know the unusual.

On the morning of the wedding, Daw Aye and her three young daughters were dressed in fine clothes. I also had to dress up like a child. Then we all went to Sadhukan village in a cart. The cart driver was Ko Hla Maung, the husband of Daw Aye's eldest daughter.

Before he got married, Ko Hla Maung worked as a teacher in a school. He was a monk. Now he lives in the forest and on the farm. Ko Hla Maung is a dancer, a musician, and a cheerful person. When he talks, he is funny.

While driving the cart, Ko Hla Maung turned to me and said softly, "Sing a song for Ko Yin Poe."

I sang a song I had composed for him a while ago, in a melodious voice.

" He is a bald man, a handsome man, a good-looking man, who mows the grass and herds the cows, and comes home when the sun sets. He plays a sweet, melodious tune."

When my song ended, Daw Aye and the three young girls were smiling. Ko Hla Maung was laughing hysterically.

" When you get home, tell my wife, Ma Saw Yi, to come too... I'll take care of you, Ko Yin Po Yan," he said.

I was happy and joyful to be able to ride a cart through the forest road and camp, laughing and laughing. I even forgot about my old age. When I was young, I imagined and imagined how I would happily ride a cart with my little sister, Hla Htwe, and Saw Hlaing on such forest roads and camp. Is this how the world is fun? .......

Then, they arrived at the wedding house and saw the wedding being celebrated according to the traditional forest customs and natural forest customs. Not only the bride and groom, but the entire village was having fun and dancing. They were joking and laughing with each other.

After the wedding, Daw Aye and I were getting ready to return, but I said I wouldn't go with her, I would just stay the night.

Then Daw Aye realized my intentions and befriended a wedding actress. Daw Aye told me that I was a writer and wanted to hear and know about strange children.

That very night, the narrator told me the full story of their story.

When I enter the village of Sadhukan, my mind becomes clear and I feel happy and joyful. Because we lived in such villages when I was young, when I come to Sadhukan, I think about the events of my childhood. My childhood spirit and youthful blood come back. The village is a really fun, joyful, and poetic place. .

Another thing is that when we grew up, we lived in big cities. Big cities are always full of festivals and big roads, and there are so many things to see, hear, and experience that I sometimes think I'm going crazy.

Ah... When I arrived at this small village of Sadhukan, all the worries of living in the city disappeared at once. Just look at the streets, they are winding, winding, and narrow, like entering a maze during the Thadingyut festival. The houses on the side of the streets are not built in a neat and orderly manner like in big cities, but one house here, one here, one there, and one there, which is quite unique.

Some will say. The streets are winding, the houses are intricate, and it's a wonder that this is called poetic and artistic.

Straight, precise, and artistic. For example, if rivers and streams were straight and not winding, where would they be interesting to look at? If trees were square and boxy, instead of winding, they would be uninteresting to look at. If flowers were all one color and not all different shapes and sizes, they would be uninteresting.

So, the chaotic and complicated village of Sadhukan is very beautiful to the eye of the beholder. The mango trees, mango trees, banana trees, and jackfruit trees planted around the houses are also very beautiful, scattered and competing with each other.

The ornaments of the village, such as the haystack, the granary, the threshing floor, and the well, all have their own charm.

As soon as I entered the village, I heard the sound of the weaving hands and the children singing music, and I felt so happy and delighted that I even forgot about my arrival.

The matter I came to was an unhappy and sad matter. As soon as I remembered that matter, my once clear mind became cloudy. Well... I realized that the whole world is a mixture of good and evil, light and darkness.

As I was walking down the village path, I saw a villager walking towards me. “Where is Ma Mya’s house?” I asked.

" I'll take you with me..." said the man, and as he walked in front of me, I had to follow him.

The guide led me to a two-story house with a neat bamboo fence, and I followed him. The house was made of wood, with a wooden floor. The roof was made of thatch. The house was about 20 years old. It was quite old.

As we entered the courtyard, Ma Mya Nga ran out the door and greeted us with, "Come... come... Ko Mya Aung...", tears welling up in her eyes.

Human minds are fickle and change quickly... If there is something happy, I am happy with it wholeheartedly, but when I see something sad, I feel sad and choked up inside.

Seeing Ma Mya Ngai in tears, I was filled with sadness and felt like I was drowning inside.

Her name is Ma Mya Nya..., and mine is Ko Mya Aung..., and since both of our names have "Mya" in them, it makes me feel a little different. I feel so happy...

" Hey, Ma Thaw Ma Nan... I'm not crazy, I'm not good..." I had to discipline myself.

Me too... As soon as I sat down on the bed that Ma Mya had laid out for me in the living room...

“ My daughter... here... my little brother is coming...” Just as Ma Mya said, a young girl, probably about 17 years old, came down from the upper floor of the house. When she saw the little girl’s face, my friend Ba Hla’s face suddenly appeared.... My friend Ba Hla is a very handsome, handsome person. That’s why her parents even named her “Ba Hla”.

Wow... I'm wondering if Bahla's daughter is even prettier than Bahla.

The girl was not only beautiful, but also very agile. As soon as she sat down next to me with a smile, I immediately...

" Uncle... did you get the letter we gave you?" he asked.

" Hey... my son, I got up as soon as I got it. However, I'm a person who walks around like a chicken's foot, so it took a long time for me to get it from you guys..."

" It's been about six months since we last sent you a letter... Uncle's..."

So, Ma Mya said..., "We wrote this on the day Khin Nu's father passed away..., On the eve of his death, Khin Nu's father was very affectionate towards Ko Mya Aung..., You two really loved each other..."

“ I love you... I don’t think even my own brothers would love me this much. I’m from the forest, and he’s from the forest. We’re not the same person. We lived together in Yangon School when we were young. We lived together, ate together, went together, came together, and slept together... Do you know what the other students said about us?”

" How do you say... Uncle..." the little girl asked.

" A man and a woman..., a man and a woman..."

The little girl was smiling, showing her teeth. That smile was exactly like her father's. What made her different from her father was that she had a single dimple on her left cheek.