CHAPTER 22: WALK

Napakalaki ng field. It's like a soccerfield. Napapalibutan kami ng mga tao ng Mahar na nakaupo at ang iba naman ay nakatayo, nag-iingay, they are cheering endlessly, nagpapalakpakan. May kaniya-kaniya silang ginagawa. Kasabay naman nito ang tugtog na parang pinapangunhan ng isang banda. Naririnig ko ang tambol, ang mga lyre, ang mga gong at ang mga trumpets. It is a colorful celebration. People are so enthusiastic and overwhelmed and excited and even ecstatic. They are like a dog wagging their two tails. They are grinning ear to ear. They were tickled pink. 

 

There is no ceiling or a canopy. We can see the sky and the aircraft and drones with cameras trying to film at any angle. The Manjies are also in formation, attentively guarding us. They had this impeccably flamboyant Tibetan jasmine suit. We can feel the tranquility here in their haven, but isn't it deceiving? Masama sila. 

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