It was a Sunday. It’s an annual event with some arguments and stuffs like that the day or days before but it will all fade on the day itself. We normally make our journey in the late morning, but this year was bout noon. I, as always will drive, as with almost all family occasions.
The drive to Nirvana Memorial in Semenyih jam packed with cars as this is the season to visit those departed. It took quite some time to get there and perform the age old traditions in a more modernized way.
We used to tread along the sides of the hill, up and down and around graves just to get to my grandparent’s graves. Those were the time, distant memories. This year, somehow I felt different, may be I was different. I just did not felt myself starting the day before until it all ended.
During my visit, I could see some were actually having a picnic there. There was food enough to keep a family of 5 from hunger free for a week or two. However said that, it seemed that the cemetery no longer posed the eerie feelings, even children.
I noticed this girl in her teens, wearing dark blue jeans, which has beads sewn to its back pockets, with a white tee and an Adidas white cap. She was caught my attention in particular, but I do not really know why. She had thick lips, and her long hair pony tailed from the cap. Reminds me of myself when I used to do that too. Along side her there was a twin sister and also a younger sister.
The ordeal was not so bad, apart from a fool whom set an innocent tree on fire and fled pretending nothing happened, as well as inconsiderate and illiterate idiots that brought and lighted fire crackers when it is clearly informed not only by the government as well as the management with big banners to not do it. I know it’s tradition, but then we still can live without it, and especially without summons and jail terms if caught or injuries or death.