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Chapter-6
2018, April, Thingyan (Water Festival) Celebration, Yangon
It was only six-thirty in the morning and it was Akya day of Thingyan Festival. In fact, there were four days for the Thingyan festival days such as akyo (the eve of the festival), akya (the beginning of the festival), akyat (the mid of the festival), atat (the end of the festival).
Lin woke up to hear noises coming from his neighbor’s house in which Padauk (gumkino) trees were grown. People in their ward gathered around the trees, some climbed up the branches to pick yellow flowers for themselves or their families.
Those who were waiting at the foot of the trees were shouting loudly at those flower-pickers where they should go to pick flowers. Excitement and fun arouse their noises louder. Lin saw merriment in them when they were picking up those flowers.
Thingyan (Water Festival) and padauk flowers are
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