Shashikiran Mullur

Not one revealed a hint of xenophobic resentment toward alien people arriving from all kinds of places to settle into a life of leisure in sea-facing homes. Nobody I met expressed envy at the class of accommodation the expatriates were investing in.

For eighty odd years the only times the old man’s hands have rested is one day each Chinese New Year.

The movies. Morning walks in the KLCC park. Looking for vegan restaurants. Reading wherever I’ve found shade. That’s all I’ve done in KL through the year.

An account of a very short business trip to Panjo and Wonju in South Korea. We managed a quick side-trip to the Guryongsa Temple.

I stay a distance from the monuments. This is work-hard-play-hard Singapore, and I need a moment to contextualise these sacrifices.

At the Hanoi Opera House, locals have massed again and again to mark momentous events. In 1945, Uncle Ho proclaimed a sovereign Vietnam to them.

Before the Picassos, it was possible to linger before each display, lose oneself in it, read descriptions unobstructed. Most tourists were out at the Duomo.