Not long afterwards, Khin Khin married her fiancee. I was shattered-she had taken away my heart, my happiness and my hopes.

After my internship,I opened a private clinic in the capital. But first I returned home to visit my parents. There, I met a teenage girl who lived on the same street. We talked a lot, strolled along the riverbank and went shopping together.I knew that she was just a substitute fro Khin Khin, and our affair did not last long.

Soon Soon I set for Rangoon.I was 26 when I married. A friend had introduced me to Nwe Nwe Oo. She was simple,serene and sweet. I thought i could love her.

We settle in my hometown, built a new house and have three children. But there were problems. My mother often wanted to come over and cook for us, and Nwe Nwe resented her interference. They argue constantly.

The difference between Nwe Nwe and I also grew wider. She felt that my life was being shared with my mother all the time, and I did a poor job of sharing my feelings with her.Over time, it became easier not to talk in any meaningful way.

Whenever I felt down, I would think about Khin Khin.l Reminiscing about how happy we were together became my refuge. The years passed, and in 1977 I found Khin Khin’s number in the phone in the phone book. I called, and we spoke about our families. She had four children, three of whom were living in Australia . Her husband had died three years earlier.

Whenever Nwe Nwe was out, i would call Khin Khin. I could sense her old liveliness and self confidence in her voice, which filled me with pleasure. She always spoke cheerfully, but she rarely called me first. I never expected to renew our romance. I simply believed that she was the only woman who could understand me and with whom i could share my thoughts.

We made no efforts to see each other because we lived 300 kilometers apart. Also, part of me did not want to disturb my memory of her as a young woman. Regardless, I harbored a secret wish that one day we would visit our old university and hospital together

not long afterwards, Khin Khin married her fiancee. I was shattered-she had taken away my heart, my happiness and my hopes.

After my internship,I opened a private clinic in the capital. But first I returned home to visit my parents. There, I met a teenage girl who lived on the same street. We talked a lot, strolled along the riverbank and went shopping together.I knew that she was just a substitute fro Khin Khin, and our affair did not last long.

Soon Soon I set for Rangoon.I was 26 when I married. A friend had introduced me to Nwe Nwe Oo. She was simple,serene and sweet. I thought i could love her.

We settle in my hometown, built a new house and have three children. But there were problems. My mother often wanted to come over and cook for us, and Nwe Nwe resented her interference. They argue constantly.

The difference between Nwe Nwe and I also grew wider. She felt that my life was being shared with my mother all the time, and I did a poor job of sharing my feelings with her.Over time, it became easier not to talk in any meaningful way.

Whenever I felt down, I would think about Khin Khin.l Reminiscing about how happy we were together became my refuge. The years passed, and in 1977 I found Khin Khin’s number in the phone in the phone book. I called, and we spoke about our families. She had four children, three of whom were living in Australia . Her husband had died three years earlier.

Whenever Nwe Nwe was out, i would call Khin Khin. I could sense her old liveliness and self confidence in her voice, which filled me with pleasure. She always spoke cheerfully, but she rarely called me first. I never expected to renew our romance. I simply believed that she was the only woman who could understand me and with whom i could share my thoughts.

We made no efforts to see each other because we lived 300 kilometers apart. Also, part of me did not want to disturb my memory of her as a young woman. Regardless, I harbored a secret wish that one day we would visit our old university and hospital together

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