Napat is an exchange student from Mahidol International College, majoring in Creative Technology.
She is not writer, but she is fond of reading, especially fantasy and romance novels. She also enjoyed taking photos. During her short stay in Japan, she visited many places and took lot pictures. Many of the pictures taken during the trips inspired many of her writing pieces.
Photo: Taken by myself
Night in Akita
Night in Akita moves like a quiet tide. As the daylight fades away, the city becomes a quiet sea of moonlight. Streets that once bustled now lie under gentle waves of silence. The yellow moon acts as a single lantern that shines above the dark waves. The crickets' soft and gentle chirps are like paddles that pierced through the waves, guiding the boat closer to shore.
My dorm room is a small boat floating in the endless ocean night. What was once empty, now is filled with cargo for my journey, piled clothes, jars of skincare, packets of instant food like a collection of seashells from a distant nation, a keepsake to remember. When the tide of evening reaches midnight, I’m still surprised by how I can now fall asleep on this cold futon as if the quiet sea itself were rocking me to rest.
Only a few meters away sits her elder sister on that same old bench, dressed in those ugly black-and-gray clothes. Behind her, as always, her fiancé stares straight at her as if she is his whole world. His eyes are full of her reflection. No matter where he looks, he will only see traces of her. He follows her everywhere and does everything to please her. Even the colorful bouquet lying beside her is another gift from him. The younger sister hides behind a rose bush. Her face glows with sadness, thinking to herself that she wants to tear the flowers petal by petal until every color of it is all gone.
Back home, mountains of presents lay in shadow, the tokens of devotion that her sister never truly cared for. One day, she thought, she would set them all on fire. How could he be so hopelessly blind, pouring his heart into a love that would never be returned?
When he takes her sister out on dates, he always wears that black tuxedo and bow tie, looking like someone out of a dream. Every time that she met him, her heart raced so fast she could hardly breathe. She would dress up in her favorite pastel dress, ask her servant to tie her hair like a doll, and meet him with the brightest smile, hoping foolishly that he might one day notice her. However, their conversations are always ending up about her sister
Camille Monet on a Garden Bench by Claude Monet
As always, her sister would dress in that same gray dress with a long face as if she would rather be anywhere else. The younger sister can never understand how he failed to see it. How can he remain so blind?
Sometimes, she follows them, keeping only a few steps behind. Each time, her chest aches, but she can never stop herself from following them. How can he not see her, standing there, loving him more than her sister ever could? Night after night, she dreams of taking her sister’s place, of sitting on that same old bench with him standing behind her and his eyes filled with love.
Sky No.1
Bright blue sky above,
Pines whisper in the still air.
A lone house below,
Bathed in the morning's gentle light.
Sky No.2
Blue ocean waves rolled against the shoreline, moving in rhythm. The sky was clear with only a few clouds. Looking up, I saw a bright blue sky; looking down, a deep blue ocean. Everywhere I looked were shades of blue. An Afternoon filled with joy.
Sky No.3
The silent harmony sang softly from the mountain’s tongue,
The cold breeze filled my lungs.
Above is the golden sky
Whispering its own rhythm
And the gentle evening wandered by.
Sky No.5
A small boat crosses the fading shore,
Leaving trails of bubbles
A flaming sun waves “Hello,”
Then sinks below the edge of sight,
The evening glow warms my eyes.
Sky No.6
As if the sky were burning in orange flames, within a few blinks, everything as far as my eye could see was swallowed by the fire. Everything it touched glowed with orange fire. Bathing my eyes in its gentle goodbye, the flames slowly and calmly died out, revealing the night blue sky.
Tomorrow is a big day, but tonight Fah Sai is dreaming.
Her dream is filled with wonder, and when she wakes up, she feels brave and excited as she prepares for her first day at school.
Tossing left and right, leaning closer to the pillow,
Wrapped in warmth, the room grows still,
A lullaby hums, soft as a dream,
Magic drifts in a gentle stream
Sweet adventures in my dream.
