The thinly veiled printed cotton curtains fluttered minutely and swayed as the extra-light slight breeze danced for a split second in our dwellings. We all awaited, but regretfully, in vain only. The heavens did roar and bellowed with streaks of lightening , however, unfortunately that was it. The ritual Thingyan water festival came and went and our Myanmar Gum-kino trees did not timely bloom its traditional yellow flowers, perhaps next year. Sad! So sad!!
The temperature rose to never seen hights, coupled with large amount of humidity, resulting in twice as hot. Truly unbearable. The heat wave, El Nino or whatever, did cast a long wide shadow, slaughtering the lives of young, not so young, old and the impaired, without discrimination and showed no mercy. It seemed the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse galloped from the Book of Revelation and casted their destructive nature of War, Famine, Plague and Death upon us. Today’s accommodation capsules in suburban towns and cities without modern amenities worsen life itself. How we survived these plights were truly mind boggling.
At long last, the South West Monsoon did make landfall to our golden land in the last days of May and early June with vigour and might. Our remnant farmers and peasants may have braved a smile in appreciation, however the winds of war had eliminated most of them, and to top it off, the Gods of torrent rain cried non-stop, thus the roads, streets, paths joined in unison with ponds, lakes, rivers, streams and canals creating havoc all over the land. Turmoil galore.
Cannot stop but to question what in the name of God had we undertaken to deserve such ill deeds to warrant such forsaken mishaps. Believe the answer was somewhat similar to Bob Dylan’s “where have all the flowers gone” lyrics.
Que sera sera?
Thank you.
