He Is Me

He Is Me

It was really embarrassing. When we came out of the movie theatre after watching ‘Schindler’s List’, my date showed me her hand. It was the hand I held throughout the movie. And it was all red, swollen from the pressure I had put on it....
The Stink Within

The Stink Within

There must be a dead mouse in my bedroom. The stink was unmistakable. And we had caught two live ones there just a few weeks earlier. But a search of the room turned up no mouse, dead or alive. It finally hit me. The rotten stink was coming from my own nose. There was...
Remembering the Dead

Remembering the Dead

Last Tuesday, mum and I visited Dad”s grave. (He is buried at Western Road Christian Cemetery, Penang.) The permanent granite structure had not yet been built. We were told we should wait for about a year to allow the earth time to settle. In the meantime the...