A peal of bells piercingly pealed out resounding. It was a school-break-time-for-food. At that time, the school-break-time-for-food was the time I hate most,papa.
'Marvin…where are you now???
We were together on school-desk at the school-break-time-for-food. Whenthe school-break-time-for-food comes, schoolchildren were usually pushing andshoving in a mass beside /tajou' gji:/ Ta Yoak Gyee's rice-noodle push-cart. Disheswere prepared one after another even without washing ones. Never gotten in fullwas enough money from the schoolchildren jostling and hustling, pushing andshoving, and eating. A rice-noodle dish, on the rice-noodle push-cart in disarray anddisorder, could be easily got free of charge as long as it was taken in haste, eaten inhurry and given in hustle and you slipped in bustle. We were knowledgeable aboutthat because of the fact that my friends boasted and bragged that taking pride inpraise. I hungered for eating rice-noodle. But I did not pluck up courage so much sothat.
School-break-times-for-food on which we had ever been sitting together!!!
One day, Marvin put a question to me (the answer was he had already wellknown).
Would you love to snack?'
And then a five-pence-coin came out of his hand.
'Here it is…'
'You take this, buy snack and eat that.'
I did not remember what snack I had bought and eaten.
"The time I hate most"
One day when I went to a residence-cum-shop near the office and boughtcheroots, it was coincided with the school-break-time-for-food of a little basiceducation-primary-school. Children were playing sports and games joyfully and joyously. Some children _ buying and eating ice-lollies_ were eating and buyingthem. Some children_ buying and eating refreshment mixed with sourness andrefreshment mixed with assorted fruits_ were buying and eating them. Havingasking an old lady, residence-cum-shopkeeper, for /ngwei na'ga/ Ngway Nagarrcheroots for me, there came an Indian boy. He said:
'Please give me one packet of plum-jam'
The old lady put one packet down and handed it. The Indian boy put fivekyats in cash into the old lady's hand at speed and left there. As I paid the cost of cheroots and turned back as well, the old lady' shout was heard
'Hey!' What she said was ' You Indian come back…come!!!'
Saying and speaking so, the old lady ran after him and took of the packet of plum-jam from the Indian boy's hand.
'Here you go!!' she said, ' out6 your money was well worn!'Bells for the school-break-time-for-food are going to ring out.
How, good children!!!
What time is the time you all hate most in the world of your own???
In our MYANMA history owing to king