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.
