"It died a couple of weeks ago. The calf, I mean. Poor thing. Now the mother pines and pines. Listen, you can hear her..."
Lets have some palm juice together!
"How strange, I thought, that everything seemed so different. This place, which only the day before had felt like a chasm of stillness and silence we'd fallen into, now burgeoned with actvities and sound."
They're not ours to keep.
"I turned my gaze skyward and there was Pok coming down the trunk of one of the sweethearts, a stringed bamboo flask swinging from a leather strap around his waist.
Weather sure is nice today!
"It hit me what he was doing-he was trying to be a parent, to talk to a child as father would"
"... simply loving someone you did not expect to love, and thus pok thor koan thor was a bond between a parent and a child who were not related by blood."
"Here, he explained, our lives were ruled by the seasonal change of the monsoon's breath, which when blowing from the South West brought rains and rice, and from the North East dryness and scarcety."