Pansodan Road, which I love
There’s no way to forget about this Pansodan road that I used to pass every school day when I was a high-school student.
Every time I walked this road, I was proud of being there, seeing many adults and thinking of myself that I was one of them on one of the most important roads in Yangon, and never get bored of seeing the images and atmosphere around there from that road.
No wonder that I couldn’t help envying a friend who was living there, since her mother was working at a post office just next to the Supreme Court, on the middle block of Pansodan Road. I used to wish very often that my parents could find just a small place to live there. Although that post looks odd, it seemed very special to me.
As soon as I got off the bus at the Pansodan bus stop to attend tuition, I went straight to the mote-hin:-kha booth called “Shwe hlay Ka” and enjoyed a bowl of extra sour and hot delicious mote-hin:-kha. That booth used to be next to the stairs of the old and colonial style building. Now an ugly new building took that place instead!
What I liked the most is that my friend and I always dropped at several bookstores on the road and checked this or that. To be honest, we were not that addicted to books, what we just wanted to do was to show off and make people think we were bookworms! There’s one more we did to be impressive, we played truant and looked around in Pansodan Art Gallery. Without knowing anything about art, we acted as if we knew.
I am sure that what we did in childhood really could make us forget our stress we have had so far.
I remember that one time we met our teacher on the way and get scolded!
I walked on that road with my beloved friends for several times. Eating sa-mu-sa salad in lower block is an unforgettable experience in my life. I wanted to eat that salad one after another but I couldn’t enjoy it because of my strict mom!
Now…my mother passed away already. Some old close friends are out of contact. My favorite old buildings get faded one after another, day-by-day. But I still love this area and this road as I love my mom. I value it more and more as I value my mom’s gratitude more and more as I grow up. And I become proud of having such a great road in my hometown.
I love this road as much as French love their road. I feel heart-broken when old historical buildings are gone on it day by day.
They are those who retell you about history of Yangon, history of Burmese and history of Burma, aren’t they?
Article from Myanmar Times, translated from Burmese by Mingalapar team.