Reflecting on Tharmanay Kyaw Sayadaw wasn't on my agenda this evening, yet that is often the nature of such things.

Something small triggers it. In this instance, it was the noise of pages adhering to one another as I turned the pages of a long-neglected book left beside the window for too long. Humidity does that. I stopped for a duration that felt excessive, methodically dividing each page, and his name emerged once more, silent and uninvited.There’s somethi

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