The day started as any other day, the sound of my alarm bell, the smell of dad’s cooking, the sun rising from its slumber. I wanted to continue the dream I had the night before, where I was fighting some unknown force in a battle of attrition, but my younger sister had other ideas. She gave me a tight slap. Continue reading
It was an unusual morning, the weather was incongruously perfect, the skies were too clear, some white and fluffy clouds were happily roving in front of the otherwise blaring sun and its unbearable heat. The temperature was just right, at least by Malaysian standards.