Chapter-9

2017, January, Downtown Yangon

LIN went over to Oo’s place on the next day to retrieve his poetry book as soon as the day came in.  He did not sleep well last night. He was worried about the loss of the book and his mind was tittered with whether he would get it again or lose forever.

A boiled pea seller’s cry from the street outside pierced through Lin’s bedroom to wake up his sleep which he got from late in the early morning. Even the sun rays passing through his window already shone on the wooden floor. Lin sat up on his bed with a little bit drowsy.

Lin’s bedroom was strewn with books, lying on the floor because he liked to pile the books on the floor. But, his uncle U Thein Lwin preferred keeping books on shelves to place them on the floor.

He glanced at the table clock which said seven-thirty. He thought that he should go to Oo’s apartment after taking a bath. When he finished taking a bat