celebration by the lake

I didn't took any pictures, because pictures can be decieving too, they dont' tell the story, instead I write and you can draw your own from the readings. How can anyone take the picture of the tears that doesn't unfurls, how any anyone see the pain that is hidden in the smoke and capped by the smile?

We spent the day in the hills of some Korean village, beside the lake made artificially for the sake of having that lake in that village. No doubt, it was beautiful because it was sorrounded by the hills and forest, it was calm and soothing, and people spending their weekend, fishing whole day. I saw some wives taking care of their children when her husband would spend the entire day pulling the hook. Pramod told me that the forest would give flowers before leaves springs up in the spring time. 5 minutes walk to up the small hill was our camp, few blocks and tents in the field, with a small court of korean football was managed by a talkative old man. We believed what he said about the camp that it was maintained by him.

The Day started with faith, hope and belongingness. For those who never met before during the festive, for those who met for the first time or may be last time, links were created and wishes were shared. It was an effort to keep the tradition up and running, along with burning something inside memory and to say something back at home. For some it was few moments to drive nostalgia away, and why not!! Moment showed the joy.