Yesterday Vaisak ended the four-days national day off which began in Saturday. I didn't take my vacation though: the salary for off-day jobs was twice than the regulars and I needed an occupation to keep me away from boredom. But when the work had been done, boredom regained its victim -- me -- and again I had to struggle to keep my mind sane.
On Vaisak night I told my friend how lovely it would be in Borobudur. Priests and believers would congregate and pray at the ancient giant temple under the full moon's beam. There wasn't any sign of rain or storm. The moon was rising in the east, amazingly bright and bigger than ever. I suddenly realized that nature is friendlier during Vaisak: no rain, no storm.
We consider a journey to Borobudur, right at that 9 p.m. and eventually declined the idea. We were too tired with our own problems. I think we have the same conviction about religion: you can't have true peace if you keep adhering on the formal, ritualistic religion. But of course we are not Buddhist although we have a sympathy for Vaisak.
Before I left my friend's place on the next morning, my girl called me and we were engaged in our usual argument. She couldn't live alone in her town and begged me to come. Five months had I spent there and it had been proven that I was, is, and will never be a permanent resident of her town. After tons of her angry words and my silence, the call ended.
But last night she had regained her control and apologized for the that. Things were back to normal. And this morning I woke up with not so well health but soon prepared myself for the work of the day.***
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