Sometimes I miss her like crazy, like there’s explosion inside my body once detonated; all my dreams shatter into tiny pieces like a cup of…

There is a face looking at her, it’s about half the size of her body, smiling at her as a welcoming gesture, with long eye…

13thDecember 2000

Yangon, Myanmar

11:45 PM

The room is dark and quiet.

Memories consume me like opening up an invisible wound, gushing out blood but no one can see. Like I have swallowed a piece…