Short-Stories by Burmese in Burmese
A FAMILY OF WRITERS by Thu Maung Pyinmana Association Magazine. August 1981 Translated by Dr. Khin Maung Win (Maths.) Beauty Magazine .December 2001 We are five brothers.To be more exact,we are all together seven, five brothers and two sisters. The…
SOMETIMES I LOSE, SOMETIMES SHE WINS by Kyu Kyu Thin Translated by Dr. Khin Maung Win (Maths) From ”Shades of Life” Selected Short Stories – Bilingual, March 2014 The ping pong ball is jumping to and fro across the net.Tick…
Einmetphyu Magazine,January,1990 Translated by Dr.Khin Maung Win (Maths) Beauty Magazine .December 2001 (I) A traveller travelling along the Ayeyarwadi River can see the high cliffs overlooking the river. Underneath the cliffs between the river and the foot of the cliff,…
Thabin Magzine , May , 1989 Translated into English by Dr. Khin Maung Win (Maths). Beauty Magazine, English Section, February, 2002 I have been working for this theatrical company for ten years. Our work involves travelling from place to…
The Answer by Thu Maung Translated from Burmese to English by Dr. Khin Maung Win , Maths. ( Beauty Magazine . English section .) My father was a writer,quite famous too.Most of his writings are fiction.A few of them are…
History recounted the last hours of the Norman Conquest in the following way . The Normans pressed their attack with cavalry and each time the Saxons , from behind their well placed barricades repelled them. Finally , the Normans resorted…
MAHA BANDOOLA’S DREAM – Part 3 (Dr Khin Maung Win (Math)) Fire …. … Fire The camp fires of the British forces seemed far away now.What happened? thought Maha Bandoola. Surely, it must be a dream …..it must be….what else…
MAHA BANDOOLA’S DREAM – Part 2 Maha Bandoola looked at the distant camp fires. Suddenly, the fires seemed to come nearer. No, that wasn’t how it happened.What really happened,he couldn’t tell. One could probably describe what happened as a dream.Even…
Maha Banddoola was standing at one of the observation towers of the Danuphyu fortress , the last stronghold of the heroic Myanmar partisans.The camp fires of the forces could be seen against the darkness.It was difficult to see where the…
Electra Triumphs
A short story by Daw Khin Myo Chit
Looking down from the window of the thatched bamboo house, I feel happy and relaxed. My long sojourn in the city had taken away from me the leisurely ways I had been used to here as a small-town girl. Now, it’s a free and easy life for me again during my holidays in the village.
The moon beams frisk and jump on the flapping banana leaves slipping every now and then onto the grassy ground. By the banana grove is a dais about three feet high, its undulating bamboo flooring smooth and brown with age and use. I remember how I had in my younger days lain there, letting the soothing coolness of the bamboo sink into my body. This dais remains a rendezvous for young and old who gather in the twilight to talk over pots of tea, seasoned tea leaves and cheroots.
My host, an elderly man of 70, looks as robust as any man in his prime. I see him now sitting on the dais alone with his teapot. His cotton paso with its bold yellow and black check pattern can be seen from a distance in the moonlight, a signal to his neighbours that he is ready for evening gossip.
