XV.

At the end of his lengthy recount on the forgotten writer, C.J Richards’ life, U Aung Aye Myint exhaled smoothly in the living room where Lin and Oo were sitting in their seats. It was so true that both of them were lost in the narrative of U Aung Aye Myint who earnestly talked about the less-known British author who ever lived in Burma.

In fact, U Aung Aye Myint told them a lot about the author’s life. So, Lin was thankful to U Aung Aye Myint. He understood that if he did not meet U Aung Aye Myint, he could not know about this author.

Lin looked at the face of Oo who looked him back. And, Oo asked Lin, “Lin, do you have any questions to ask to U Aung Aye Myint? I think we should give a break to Uncle who talked continuously for nearly a day.”

Lin nodded. But, U Aung Aye Myint said after taking some sips of water from a glass of water in front of him, “It’s alright. Don’t worry about me. I am really happy to talk to you