Saturday, October 6, 2012

as the smoke reach the heavens...


It was a weekend. Afternoon right on my watch. I can count the loiterers by hand and thought to myself that I should have encountered more along the way, but didn't. The smell of paper burning lingering in the air was pretty much evident, Afterall, it was the Hungry Ghost festival. As I continued walking, floating debris of what seemed like ashes, floating in the air as it gets carried away by the tropical wind, greeted me off-guard. I held my breath, my eyes shut but I continued walking nonetheless. I looked everywhere. There it was, bins, bins of offerings being burnt block after blocks. Is that the reason why no one's around? I should have known better! Walking out on the streets on the last day of the Hungry Ghost Festival will be the last thing I'd do next time. Or maybe not.

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  1. So spooky!
    I would probably have been really freaked out if there weren't a lot of people on a usually busy street.
    It reminds me like something from the Twilight Zone ;)
    What a good story teller you are!
    You would be invited to my ghost story parties,
    if I ever had such parties...
    P.S. I'm not super big on 80s music, but 80s British music is like my guilty pleasure.
    (/^\)

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    1. haha cool thanks. oh the 80s brit music! man, you just don't know howmuch I've always wanted to live in the 80s...

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