Elena_Koshy

THE send-off was remarkable. Dressed in their full uniforms, the police officers reverently lifted the coffin onto their shoulders and carried it to the hearse nearby.

“JUST drive towards the Merdeka 118 building,” I was informed when asking for directions to the Young Women’s Christian Association (YWCA). “It’s like the Northern Star!”

LET’S face it. We need writers. AND books. Even when we think we can do without them. The idea that books (and to my greatest consternation, physical newspapers — but that’s another sad story for another day) are slowly fading into oblivion.

AS Nahvin Muthusamy gazed at the sea of expectant faces in the huge cavernous hall, he couldn’t help but feel a flutter in his stomach. It was a surreal moment for him to stand at the podium, basking in the spotlight of this monumental achievement.

AS Nahvin Muthusamy gazed at the sea of expectant faces in the huge cavernous hall, he couldn’t help but feel a flutter in his stomach. It was a surreal moment for him to stand at the podium, basking in the spotlight of this monumental achievement.

NESTLED in the heart of Bandar Kinrara, Puchong, lies a quaint restaurant, its location subtly revealed by the vibrant greenery and blossoming flowers peeking through the balustrades.

I CAN tell that the lanky man seated across me has a great story to tell. I’m not wrong, of course. As soon as introductions are dispensed with, Siva Kumar Raghavan tells me so many stories that my coffee grows cold and the cakes he had ordered just sit on the plate between us.

FIRST relationships can be intense, passionate and inspire a great deal of bad poetry.

“JALAN BAPAK AKU, OK” (My father’s road, okay) scrawled on a board pinned to a road sign looks to be a harbinger of doom of sorts. On any other given day, I would’ve chuckled but I’m about to drive off the beaten path through an off-road that seems to lead to nowhere. Well, if nowhere is where a shelter for unwanted animals is located, that is.