Tuburan in June is as hopeful as its rain, gushing with merriment and innocent joy. It is a kid buck-naked taking June rain as a shower without the knob to control its intensity.
A visit to Tuburan in June means encountering faces of the yesteryears and realizing everyone has moved on, that everything has changed more than I want to admit.
Everytime, my officemates see me with a backpack at work, “Asa ka, yot? Mouli ka?” someone always asks.
I will say yes, with Tuburan in mind.—an excerpt of "Tuburan through the Eye of an Estranged Local" Read the complete essay here.
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