Silence That Followed A Flood
Barely two months have passed since that incident of massive flooding that brought Metro Manila to a standstill. People have just begun the long process of settling back to some semblance of their life prior to the flood. Where once thoughts of gloom and despair abound, it was now time for healing.
Marikina city, cut across by one of the major Philippine rivers, was one of the badly hit locations. This prominent shoe-making community has since evolved into one of the top clean and green cities.
Upon surveying this locality, it can be noted that it is also comparable to historic Manila, in terms of number of tourist destinations. First and foremost is the Marikina River, which was rehabilitated and beautified into a riverside park. There is also the city Shoe Museum that houses thousands of pair of shoes, including a considerable number from the collection of Imelda Marcos. The Doll Museum that houses dolls from all nations and the Butterfly Farm are sights that are not to be missed, as well.
A recent addition, situated in the vicinity of a major traffic intersection in the city, is a wall of bells, or chimes that are automated to play native Filipino tunes every hour, by the hour. This fronts a water fountain that has become a favorite hang-out spot for young and old people alike, who enjoy the cool mist emanating from the water spout while enjoying the hourly tunes. I, personally, enjoy walking by this place, on my way to work. I would catch a glance of people, like kids just playing around the spot, or elderly citizens lounging around the fountains edge.
And the flood came. Rich, poor, young, old, male, female, Christian, Muslim, houses, buildings, stores, churches, schools, hospitals, and yes even the proud attractions all bore the brunt of the massive flooding, quieting the proud hearts of Marikes; silencing even the Fountain Chimes. It seems the flood waters are not particular about its victims.
Flood waters stayed for a couple of days, and in its exodus left a few inches of sticky brown mud. It would take weeks to clean up the whole city, and a little longer for the veil of gloom to be lifted.
Forty three days have passed since that day, and there I was passing that landmark yet again. While crossing the street, a familiar clanging tune suddenly resounded. It was the sound of the Fountain Chimes, resurrected from the grave and back on-line. Seemingly, the air of gloom began to disperse. Even with a heavy laptop messenger bag in tow, my pace quickened a step as I noticed young boys monkeying around the fountain, while a graying haired person lolled about, probably with thoughts of retiring, or how to source out a retiring income. I thought, ahh yes, back to normal.
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