Tharmanay Kyaw Sayadaw resurfaced in my mind quite spontaneously this evening, but that’s usually how it happens.

A tiny spark is usually enough to ignite the memory. This particular time, the sound of sticky pages was the cause when I tried to flip through an old book placed too near the window pane. It's a common result of humidity. My pause was more extended than required, separating the pages one by one, and somehow his name surfaced again, quietly, withou

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