Just when I was thinking my life is so humdrum, I heard a cacophony of cymbals and drums and headed towards it. I felt so uplifted and blessed to be perfectly on time for a dragon dance. And in my favourite festive colour too. Shocking pink.
Oh what skill this group displayed as the dragon came to life. I excepted a lion dance but to actually see it was a dragon dance seemed too good to be true.
I was just telling my partner a day ago, that dragon dances are so rare these days. I do see lion dances, but my three year old heart will always marvel at the dragon dance my father brought me to see. I recall an open field somewhere. The dragon was a pale pink and looked even more magical to tiny me.
And this is what I love about the Chinese New Year festive period in Singapore. It’s one festival that you can spot throughout the island, as it’s celebrated by the majority of folk here.
I belong to the Singaporean minority, but this festival is so much a part of my consciousness growing up. I also recall how my Papa brought me to watch the Chingay Parade with the vantage point from a high rise flat in Ang Mo Kio.
It was a much simpler time without entertainment devices like iPads or iPhones, so you can imagine how excited we were to catch any kind of performance or parade. Yes these aspects of the 70’s were truly rose tinted.
I’m not sure how accurate my memories are but these are the images my brain feeds me, for which I am thankful.