I barely hear anything but the pitter-patter of the rain as it intensely dropped sweeping the gritty ground. It has been raining for days already but I know it won’t be that long until it would bring to a halt. I don’t know why I just know because the 23rd of July is very special for all of us and eventually it did. Heaven looked down and smiled upon us parading the cheerful ambiance of the radiant sun replacing the heavy downpour.
It’s the 54th charter day of our wonderful city, Gingoog and the fascinating Kaliga festival is commemorated to embody the city’s charter anniversary. I smiled at the thought of the last time I witnessed this annual event as memories rushed back like an old roll of film running backwards. I had only watched it three times because the social outcast I am, I feel uncomfortable around the crowd. Some of my friends who are going invited me so I decided not to mope around for a little change and tagged along with them. We arrived at around 2:20 or something just in time before the proper event started. I flinched looking at the hoard of people everywhere. Trying to calm myself I told my friends to look for a spot where we can see so tussling and wriggling through the towering crowd off we went.
(photo courtesy of Sir King Louie)
