Articles on reflection of the past and things to remember
Days passed so slowly. Passing days are the longest days for me. Longest second, longest minute, longest hour, longest day, and longest night I could never suffered more. Suffering is a very long moment. For me, time itself does not…
(Kyi Aye (13th December 1929 – 2016)) (A photo of Kyi Aye (left), and the sketch of her (right), the artist – unknown) A very rare woman poet in Burma, Kyi Aye, an old friend of my grandparents, once lived…
(PREFACE TO QUEST FOR PEACE by Dr. Khin Maung Win) There have been many drafts of Quest For Peace under many different titles.The final draft is now known as an autobiography of Daw Khin Myo Chit.However,when it was first written…
Introducing ‘A Memory of My Grandparents’ by Junior Win (My grandparents in 1954.) My book, ‘A Memory of My Grandparents’ appeared on 1st May of 2015 – the same date of the 100th anniversary of my grandmother, Khin…
A Memory Of My Grandparents by Junior Win This ebook is to mark the hundredth anniversary of my grandparents – U Khin Maung Latt (Chief editor of the Working People’s Daily (1963-1968), and (Daw) Khin Myo Chit (writer of Colourful…
A Glimpse of Mount Meru by Dhamma Beri Ashin Viriya (Taung Soon) (Translated by U Hla Min) For the return trip from Fort Wayne, Indiana (with a sizeable number of people from the “Golden Land”), I had booked the (early)…
(My maternal grandparents – Okalapa grandparents.) Grandparents from our father’s side; (U) Khin Maung Latt, and (Daw) khin Myo Chit, we called them as ‘Ba Ba Gyi’ and ‘May May Gyi’ about whom I had written a long or a…
Hledan Days (Junior Win) The Dream Village That was once ‘Aung Chan Thar’ As the bus conductor calls out ‘Hledan bus stop’, one has only to get down and ask to be guided to Aung Chan Thar street, and you…
Satya Narayan Goenka ( February 7, 1924 – September 29, 2013) Having heard the news of his death, I remembered him as one of the meditation masters who held the meditation center called ‘Dhamma Zawti Yeiktha Vipassana Meditation Center at…
The nineteenth of July 1947 was a day we shall not easily forget. Our grandparents always said it was the day of tears and mourns. ‘Everywhere in the city, on buses, on trains and in the market places…
A Letter to my Grandmother ‘One of the highlights of the season in Rangoon is the Shwedagon Pagoda festival celebrated on the grounds around the hill where stands the great pagoda.’ heard from you, grandma, long ago. Today 2600th anniversary of…
