I still remember when my father used to tell me stories on how my grandparent's came to fall in love with each other. They had Spanish Filipino blood line and so the strict parenthood was well followed.
He told me that people before are very well reserved when it comes to love. Maidens could only glance at windows while men carry pails of water and chop woods for them outside. As a sign of interest, men do not go directly to the women they like but settle everything first with the parents. He who is willing to spend his life with her must face first the parent's requests. He offers them his service everyday. And when darkness comes, he would carry his lamp, walk through the night, bearing with him only is his guitar, a bouquet of flowers, his loyal friends and offer her a song. They would talk but never allowed to touch. A single touch could be considered as a grave sin. He who touches her must answer to the consequences of accepting his responsibilities to the woman.
It just made me nostalgic of those moments my father told me stories like these. I never thought that I could see a modern version of "no touch" at this age. I thought I would die not witnessing the classic way of Filipino living. Thank You Kalyeserye, for even though this is a fictionalized version, I would always want to think that there is a fine line between Kalyeserye and reality.
-E
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