Sometimes, I like looking in the mirror , not because of the vanity but because I want to remember who I am . Why? Because the concept of identity doesn't work on me . Or maybe I just don't understand what it means . Who am I ? What am I ? Where am I? Why am I ? This is the perfect example of someone having an identity crisis- or existential crisis in general .
As I was sat comfortably , in front of the food stall , devouring my third chicken roll, I kept on asking myself the same thing over and over again. Why was I here again? You tend to do that a lot , especially when you're always alone and have a lot of free times on your hands .
It had already been a few hours since I arrived . Although , the painkiller was doing it's job , I was still exhausted . So , I had decided to sit beside the food stall , stuffing as much food as I could , trying to gain some immediate energy from the carbs . Melody's song would be playing anytime now .
I waited patiently , replaying the planned conversation that I was going to use . I hadn't seen her for a while so I was feeling really squeamish . When it was Melody's turn , finally , I stood up from the stall bench and went towards the crowd . I waited for the MC to call Melody up on the stage but no one was there . When he finally showed up , the everyone went silent . Even the air was still . I wasn't sure what was happening and was starting to get annoyed . But just then , he somebody came on the stage and gave him a candle . Then , few more volunteers came at the crowds and started distributing the candles to everybody . When I got mine , I went back to the stall and asked the owner what was going on . Apparently , this was a mourning period that had been going on for two days . Some kid from the school had dies and they all wanted to show respect through the lit candles .
I looked around me , nobody was talking . Even if they did , they were all hushed down . I didn't have it in me to feel annoyed anymore so I just lit my own candle and went back to the crowd . Finally , the host started talking . He told us how grateful he felt because we all had come there not only to celebrate the festival but also to mourn for the lost soul . He then started to give a long speech about the student.However , I couldn't hear anything after his first word.
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