there are occasions when most people would be sticklers for tradition and custom. chinese new year would definitely qualify as one of those.
a time for reunion, a time to clean the house, a time to wish people well, and be blessed. a time to visit relatives, known and unknown.
had reunion dinner today with my paternal grandma. the moment i peered in through the gate, my jaw dropped. hesitation, no one wanted to walk through the door first. then uncertainty, i had to think for a moment to get the sound of that one word right, it's been so long.
8 years? or 10? childhood cousins who i used to play with, i can now barely recognise. sitting there together on the floor, i've got nothing to say, and nothing i wanted to say. didn't get a good look, but one look was enough to know that things have changed.
they weren't the little mischievous boys they used to be, now much taller and muscled. the glint in the eyes is still there, but manifesting itself in a way that makes me want to avoid, like the bengs on the street. mannerisms have changed, to the point i feel uncomfortable, as if it is suddenly acquired.
hearing ahma recount the past allowed me an insight into what my family is made of. made me realise that i was born lucky, into a family that had a good foundation, and who kept me upright and moral. showed me that you can never tell what's going on behind walls in every family.
a rather solemn post, but i lok forward to a great Chinese New Year ahead.=)
Happy CNY people, and have a good time!