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Updated: June 16, 2025
I would think six should suffice." Nawin bought them, removed the stifling wedding ring from his hand, tied it with the six strings, and released the gestalt of colored rubber, metal, and diamonds into the airy realms of the unfettered and the lost.
The first movements of the three wheeled vehicle made him shudder and utter equivalent interjections. "Yes, it's cold!" said the driver who was wearing a jacket and shorts, "That odd rain in winter! I met you before, didn't I?" yelled the mirrored mouth through wind and the roar of the motor. "I'm from Bangkok. I wouldn't think so," yelled Nawin even louder. "Sure I have. At the train station.
You do what is pleasant for me and it will please you." "Free?" "Give me a 500 baht gift afterwards if you want." Nawin paid the bill and led him to his room. He listened to the frequent gusts assail the window panes. They were a hybrid of breath and force. They were muddled articulations in brawn.
"Well, that's a bit odd if you don't mind me saying so. Even a woman would not dare to pee or stay in front of a mirror that long." Nawin laughed.
"Thank you for the meal, said the woman as she gave him the prayerful gesture of the wai." "Mai pen rai" said Nawin with a returned gesture, a broad smile, and a few seconds of sustained eye contact. "Don't mind my brother. He likes you or he wouldn't keep talking to you." "I like a bit of bantering. It has made the trip less monotonous."
Had they not become soul mates for the reason that each of them had possessed empathy for the other innocent being charred in the torturous hells of family? He had not even known her. In all of these years of marriage on top of those comprising their friendship of youth he had not known her any more than one did the strangest of strangers. "Still tired," asked Nawin. "Of course," said Boi.
Nawin looked directly into the man's incarnadined, sun burnt face and his furrows of coarse wrinkling skin, and the old man, though abashed, grinned and nodded once as if grateful that the younger man not only acknowledged his existence but saw his worth in it. Neither sunrise nor sunset was as beautiful as this.
And if obscene, why would he want to leave them when the obscene seemed so comfortable to him despite his moral objections of himself for it being such. "'Kind sir?" Nawin mocked with good humored bantering. "I'm not seventy you know." "You are such a touchy person. Now 'sir' bothers you. Clearly you aren't twenty anymore," said the Laotian. "There is nothing wrong in admitting that.
"It was what?" asked Nawin with a relieved chuckle, grateful for flippant conversation to interpose his silent ponderings. The idea that a Thai and a Laotian could not engage in conversation without an elephant trudging through it almost tickled him to tears. "I don't know," he smirked knowingly.
And if he failed at being a good person for lack of role models throughout his life, it was through no fault of his own. Still, all in all, he thought of himself as a 'pretty good, Patron Saint for those who had been treated perversely. Had he, Saint Nawin, not done his best all alone with the resources he had to build his cathedral and temple to atheism, Wat Nawin? He felt that he had.
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