It was a town fiesta, and the numbers of people who are much unknown to my orbs were walking in a form of a very long parade.
I also construed lots of people who were reluctantly walking towards their house of visitation. Some of them were bringing guitars and other musical instruments for I think of that, they would be performing a caroling.
But I was definitely wrong in my thoughts; they were just brought some guitars because they wanted to celebrate the town fiesta with the villagers through singing.
Due to an astonishing voice of one of the visitants, I myself stopped from watching other visitors walking from unknown town or place. I focused on listening to a song sung by one of the old men who had a guitar made from a jack fruit torso.
Then, on the side of the hut, I saw lass who were happily touching slowly and gently on her lap upward while watching a video on her smart phone. I tried to silently approach to her to get a glimpse on what she is watching.
Then, I saw a video clip containing a kissing scene.
I was in a pleasurable moment; when, I also watched her smart phone.
But I knew it was a very big wrong thing, so I started going away and again listened to and watched the performance of the old man who had a golden voice for me.
The night had come and the singing activities of the old man with some of the villagers continued. I got a wooden bench and sat down on it until the lights from all electrical posts protruded. Then I saw the jeune fille who got the chamber pot full, and she went to a very grassy spot behind their hut. I continued on watching the performer who is an old man.
Until, I smelled an odor of a newly-sprouted night's humid mixed with a smell coming from the full chamber pot, and my nose started dancing without music. Then, the lass saw me after she made her pot spotless.
She sweetly smiled at me and said, "You are being bothered by the smell?”
But I did not talk back with her cause I was in a great wooziness. I got up from the wooden bench and walked away. But I saw her entering the hut holding her immaculate and spotless pot.
Oh, it was a town fiesta, and the numbers of people who are much unknown to my orbs were walking in a form of a very long parade.
Dancing Without Music
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