Reflecting on Tharmanay Kyaw Sayadaw wasn't on my agenda this evening, but these thoughts have a way of appearing unbidden.

It is often a minor detail that sets it off. This particular time, the sound of sticky pages was the cause while I was browsing through an old book kept on a shelf too close to the window. Humidity does that. I stopped for a duration that felt excessive, separating the pages one by one, and somehow his name surfaced again, quietly, without asking.T

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