Brahma’s Song

This is the story of “Auntie Yai” of the “Chern Issarachai” family… How did she manage to seize power within the family, despite being a woman of humble origins? What kind of stories shaped her into the person she is?

The young woman stepped out of the house… for the first time since the incident, she could stop and gaze at the front gate… an archway of intricately carved wood intricately decorated with vines, flowers, leaves, and gracefully curving branches, intertwined with the blooming jasmine vines behind it.
Although the splattered blood was still vivid in her memory, today the trepidation, the sorrow, and the fear were gone. Only a calm, serene composure remained… a ‘knowledge’ that she had to do what needed to be done!

It seemed to be a rule: once the bloodstains here were cleansed, they would inevitably flow elsewhere. The
beautiful front gate was clean today, but were her hands stained with blood?
The young woman raised her hands, with their slender fingers and perfectly healthy, rosy nails… in the soft morning light. Her hands were steady as they should be.

No! They were still clean! Not a single drop of the copious blood had come from these hands. Yet, what she had done, and what she intended… her decision… her unwavering resolve
… would change her forever!

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