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Pentas
On my walk home, this pink Pentas caught my eye. It welcomed the morning light with open blooms and visiting butterflies. I paused to enjoy its simple beauty. Then I thought of my wife, who has always loved pink.
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The Bench
I have listened to lovers planning tomorrow. I have shared long silences with the elderly, who came not to speak, but to remember. Every morning I watched hurried footsteps on their way to work. Every evening I welcomed tired souls on their journey home. Some who rested here are no
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The Man Ahead
People see a void deck. I see lines and colours. People see an old man. I see myself, ten years from now.
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Where the City Whispers
Most remember the skyline and its iconic landmarks. I remember the back lanes. They are where the city whispers its secrets, where love, loneliness, and life quietly unfold.
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Love Would Have Opened the Door
He sat beneath the tree, smiling at its song. The bird sang from behind a cage. He believed he loved the bird. Love would have opened the door.
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The Way of the Rain
The leaf does not reach for the rain. The rain does not choose the leaf. Together they become beauty. Such is the quiet way of life.
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Small Stones, Big Victories
Pocket full of games, dreams, laughter The marbles... small worlds of colour inside my pocket. Some days I won more. Some days I learned more. ~ Singapore, My Memories
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The Cup That Waited Every Morning
Every morning began with this cup. The enamel mug... chipped at the rim, stained by coffee. Morning after morning, it waited faithfully on the kitchen table. ~ Singapore, My Memories Who in your family always had an enamel mug? What do you remember about them?
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The Green Spiral That Guarded Our Sleep
The scent of every childhood night. The mosquito coil... glowing quietly beside the bed. Its smoke chased mosquitoes, and somehow, brought us sleep. ~ Singapore, My Memories Did your family use mosquito coils? What memories come back when you smell one today?
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Three Tiers of Love
Mother packed more than just food. The tiffin... three tiers of love from a mother's kitchen. Carried to school, to work, to a simpler time. ~ Singapore, My Memories What do you remember about tiffin carriers?
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Don’t Say Later
Later, you forget. Later, you tired. Later, you busy. Later, you lose interest. Later, you no money. Later, you don’t want. Later, you change your mind. Later, you regret. But you say later again. Later, your chance gone. Later, you wish you tried. Later, too late already. Credit: inspired
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By the Beach
54 years ago, I sat by the rock at East Coast Park. The birds in the tree were chirping. The waves were licking the beach. The wind was caressing my face. I was young, single and wondering what the future hold. Today I went back to the same rock, an