r, Sule Pagod

eded to queue up until the passengers in front of him finally got off the

rds the Sule Pagoda where they were going to pray. Some went in the dir

to stop at the traffic lights to cross Anawrahta Road on which many big and

. J Richards. In the book, there was one poem titled “To an Indian bull on Sule Pagoda Road” a

d and to look for some books to read. Upon his uncle's agreement, he went into town. As usual, he wore his white shir

l since he was young. Every time Lin went to school,

for people to use, but hurried pede

The traffic policeman at his stall yelled at the jaywalkers

then, he crossed Anawrahta Road (previously Frazer Road). He strolled along Sule Pagod

lt in 1923. He knew from the history books that during those years, Burma’s econo

id not stop for long. He came down this road because he was

d very close to Sule Pagoda. He stopped on that spot on the pavement, and took out th

t. Lin realized how bad the pavement had become because of the amount of bird drop

while others feed them to gain merits. Lin simply declined the offer genteelly

des like horses freed from padlocks. Some honked their horns to make more noise

people were waiting for buses to go home or to go uptown. Lin saw them

ays. In those days, people used man-pulled carts, and trishaws. The sign

e road in Rangoon. When he saw an Indian bull blocking his way, h

alize what Sule Pagoda and its enviro

nd they were trying to snatch as many seeds as possible. The little girl seemed very excited to be feeding these birds whi

her still, but he could not seem to control her well. But, for Lin, he remembered the words C. J Richards used in the poem “Much hon

ringing in his ears, but he did not get the meaning of it. He decided th

Park at which some food company was staging their product promotion with decorated arches a

employees gave out sample food