The rhythmic munching of rice crackers resembled the crackling of a fire, one of which, miraculously stood at this very spot just a year ago.
It felt like it was only yesterday when there were firecrackers which popped in a continuous bullet of ticks, black hounds next door growled a threatening whisper and the delicious scent of brewed, boiling broth overwhelmed the nostrils of salivating children.
Now,however, a bare patch of dirt surrounded by newly grown sod stood in place. It smelled like wet woods and fresh pines: like morning rains.
I could vividly recall the breathtaking sight of paper dolls, paper mansion, paper cars, all of which engulfed and reduced to ashes by unforgiving pools of crimson in split seconds.
The astonishing flames had reached three metres high, higher than I've ever seen before, so high it probably could have touched the sky if it wanted.
"Don't take pictures," murmured mother rather solemnly as I whipped up my mobile, unconsciously eager to capture the wonderful sight.
Reluctant as I was, I returned it to the denim pocket that was plastered onto the back of my overalls.
I then reached for a big rice dumpling laid undisturbed on the already muddy plate. As I unwrapped it carefully like a gift box, I cannot help but feel suffocated.
The atmosphere was thick with something, but with what?
With emotions I could not understand.
I chewed into the mushy treat, scanning around to assess the familiar yet unfamiliar faces. Bitter smiles, cheerful frowns and teary laughters.
The adults seem to hide their true thoughts under a mask. Why couldn't they have acted just the way they had felt? What are they even hiding from? I could not comprehend.
The foam-like smoke from the incessant burning of joss sticks has finally vanished into the thin air.
Loud discussions softened to silent mutterings and aimless chatterings. The restlessness in me seemed to have died along with the noise. My heart has now achieved a steady beating.
With my eyelids falling shut, a salty taste lingering on my tongue, and a mind overflowing with unanswered questions, I breathed. I really took in all of the fresh air Earth has to offer.
It smelled pleasant. It smelled like happiness. It smelled like peace.
This was when I felt grandfather's presence. And I knew, without a doubt, that his spirit is hovering right above, always watching over us.
