My little songkran

Hi, I am writing this not because I have no respect for what's going on in my country, but because Thailand has basically forgotten to talk about what Songkran means.

I didn't go anywhere this Songkran, just to save the little money I have (hint, hint) so I celebrated by myself. At noon I brought my dog to the park for the first time, and she was running all over exploring the place. When I was resting on a bench under the tree, my dog ran over and fell on a puddle. I had only one thought. "She's gonna die, but she will survive, she can swim." She swam for a while, though with her weak legs she turned to me with little black eyes, asking for help. Luckily I was able to pull her out of the water.

When I got home, I decided to visit The Mall Bangkapi and went on this little bus (the two row bus). There were a few gangs lined up with water ready to splash water, but I was oblivious to that. I was thinking of all these arguments I have with my boy friends and friends, and was so upset. Then this cold freezing water splash onto my hair, face, and body. I forgot everything. The whole bus laughed and we all shared a smile.

I called all my friends to say sorry for the arguments. It seems that sometimes you can't ever repair hurt feelings or harsh words. I thought if I had problems with friends, then why wouldn't Thailand be brewing with fire and violence? If we can't talk together without hurting eachother, without constant sarcasm, and hiding under laughter and false pretenses, then why wouldn't our country be in trouble?

It's time for us to bring back the genuine Thai smiles, the gentle words, the sawasdee, and good food. It is in homes that we should knit love and peace. Let the protestors run their own course, but within our family and friends, let's love one another.