U Thukha - Sabbe Satta

Only you know your own pain.

Happiness

My pen name is Sukha.

On 19-7-47, a person named Thukha was among the defendants in the assassination attempt on General Aung San.

My hometown is Kyaiklatt and many people know me as a Kyaiklatt man. Ko Thukha, who was involved in U Saw's case, was also mentioned in various newspapers as being from Kyaiklatt. Many readers from the city came to my house to ask about me. From far away, I read letters of accusation, letters of slander, letters of inquiry, and various kinds of things with a warm face. There were hundreds of letters of curse and insult. Apart from that, I also learned that there are other people with the same name in the art world.

In film and theater, Ko Thukha is a comedian, and in painting, Ko Thukha is also a painter. Therefore, to distinguish and distinguish myself from others, the adjective “writer” is added before “Thukha,” making it the writer Thukha.

However

After taking the pen name of Writer Thukha, I was unable to write full-length novels with my mind and hands during the period when I was a screenwriter and a film director, due to my life circumstances. The excuses that I was not able to do my work were not natural. I had to blame myself for being weak and lazy.

The literary branch that was planted in the Poet's Eyeglasses magazine and tried to sprout in a happy era, the inseparable bond that was inseparable from the shadow, has only been dissolved in newspapers and magazines.

The era

Just as literature changes from year to year and from time to time, its writing, ideas, concepts, and conclusions also change. My own ego has decided that even my pre-war novels are weak in content and unstable in writing.

I can't say whether I have matured through experience or practice. But I enjoy writing from the post-war period to the present day.

This garment

If you don't have any, then let me have them. The teacher himself said that he wanted to collect and publish old magazines and stories, and this time he sent all the magazine stories he could find. However, I know that the suspicion that my literary works might not be liked by those in their 15s who wear red lips and blushes is tormenting me more than the publisher.

The blissful eight-fold path

Happiness