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?
When I was in my twenties, I dreamed of becoming an electone player. The music moved me emotionally and lifted my spirits. Music made me happy. Every Sunday, I would visit Yamaha at Plaza Singapura to watch the free electone performances. One day, I bought two second-hand electones, one
It was probably the most embarrassing moment of my life. My Toastmasters club nominated me to represent them in a national humorous speech contest. I had rehearsed my speech countless times. Standing before a sea of people, I felt confident. Then, midway through my speech, my mind went blank. I
He helped me. Now I help. The mosquito coil was fragile. So was I. Whenever my small fingers snapped it, my father would quietly take over. Today, I help him with things he can no longer do alone. The circle has turned.
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?
