There were hundreds of cartoons shown on the wall. I called it, ‘Cartoons Wall.’
I met many friends there. Some were running their books publications. I also met my publishers. They were happy to meet us. I saw my grandmother’s books at their sales. I also saw my books too! I was excited to see who was going to buy my books? If one of my readers bought my book before my eyes, I would be ready to sign my autograph, OH! Am I dreamt a lot?
I saw 3 or 4 cartoonists sat at the table and they drew for anyone who wished to sit for having caricatures. I was interested in this meeting. Sometimes I read about the artist who sat and asked pedestrians if they wished to have a drawing of their portrait especially in Paris near the river Seine. I envied this event very much. So, I decided to browse books in the fair first and I would try to have my caricature later. I found many Burmese old books and NagarNi old books too. I bought a lot of books there. I also bought my grandmother’s book, because our book at home was too old and weary. I also saw there was a program for giving speech by famous writers at the stage of the assembly hall. Many people sat and listened what they talked. I saw two writers at the stage discussed each other on the chosen subject very interestingly. The audience listened with much attention for their talk.
Wow! There were many programs in a day! How could I participate in every course? The time seemed run so quick to me. I wanted to read hundreds of cartoons which showed at the wall thoroughly, I wanted to choose which was the best, I wanted to vote my choice, I wanted to see who would be won, I wanted to browse all the books on every 75 publication houses showed, I wanted to sit before the cartoonist and have my caricature drew, I wanted to listen all the writers’ speeches at the stage, etc…
When the evening came, I had not yet finished my browsing books activities. There were many book sales left. I also had not finished reading all the cartoons. I was too tired of wondering around. My legs became aching. I remembered that I had not finished my lunch yet. I forgot my hungry stomach. I went outside and had a meal. I was too tired to get inside the hall again. The time showed me I had to go home. It was too late.
Books fair shows were very rare in our country. For this occasion, I only knew this information from my friend in the very morning. It was only one day to open. If I did not know this, I would have missed the show ever.