Pusat?
Burning, burning, burning! Some people are burning paper doing downstairs.
It stinks and it is not helping my cough. The ashes fly up into our apartment and that makes mama mad. So we keep our windows closed.
I am told that these folks burn paper every year during the Hungry Ghost Festival. I guess the smoke chases the spirits away! Hee-hee!
Actually, I did see someone offer the hungry ghosts some food. And I learned that some ghosts like “pusat” biscuits! Hey, so do I? I wonder what colour they like…
Little Man Isaac
