Stardusts in time

Posted in Facebook by one of my friends. Triggered melancholy over things old but a binding experience with my grandparents who lived rather simple but mostly craving lives.

A 10 PM program by Tia Dely (when she was still alive) on a transistor radio aired on the summer night of 1996. T'was new moon. Breezy and on top of the hill in a family property, the Ipil-ipil tree sways. And there stood, an old wooden family house  in Bro. Inayangan; The lights of the central Calinan can be seen from afar – glimmering. On the background was a deafening but soothing hums of the gnats. Nevertheless, everything and every sound dictates the mood drooling. For that moment in time, homely and peaceful.

I missed my grandparents. And the house was not there anymore.