My Songkran 2012
Songkran
festival is approaching. What was the most touching moment do you still
remember about it? One of my Songkran days still lingers in a memory.
It was when my friends and I were carrying a bucket of water with
fragrant flowers inside. We were walking around with the bucket to visit
each of the elderly in our small village, in Det-Udom, in order just to
have a gentle shower on their wrinkle hands and feet. House by house
we visited and received cotton robes and wishes; they were made to us,
children, in a very simple way, but very sincere and strong in good
wills. Sometimes, grandpas asked us to give them a big shower; we were
not bothered to make a new bucket of fragranced water and carry on our
naïve intention to the next. There was a sudden tight inside my stomach
when our rally was approaching my home area. It was incredibly difficult
as I still felt like a fool, being quietly shy to pay respect to my own
father. It’s like a shame, but I really and truly was. He was working
on the bamboo thing before I asked him for a while. A hand of mine was
pouring and another holding his hands and my mind started contemplating.
It was my very first time touching his hands with careful attention.
The hands were not only wrinkled, but so tough with rough skin that I
never imagined. I simply knew that he worked hard but I never felt it.
His hands were so rough, but his feet were even more than that. I
decided to take him a shower with two bucket of water (only). The two
eyes of a 60-year-old father were wet not just because of the water. I
knew it after one of my friends told me to apply some powder for him
before we left for the next visit.
"My Songkran this year will be in Bangkok again."
12 April 2012
04:05 am
Bangkok Noi, Bangkok
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