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Tessensohn

How we used to love those evening outings, traipsing through back alleys to reach the open fields two streets away. Our troupe, monkey-limbed and messy-haired, armed with badminton rackets, and enough shuttlecocks, to lose them all in that hour of play before dusk fell and dinner began. Sometimes we traded our rackets for rougher games… Read More Tessensohn

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Silence

The ellipses trot out across the screen, a visual hang like our conversation spread across two continents separated by oceans and time differences and god knows how many air miles. Technology closes the gap they say now we can talk anytime anywhere as long as there’s wifi. But you’re in backcountry now traipsing over rocky… Read More Silence

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Fireworks

Fireworks were never the same after that night. I remember all of us, crowded on the apartment’s rooftop, just a few streets across Kallang Stadium. It was National Day, the celebration had reached its climax, soon would come fireworks. We rushed up the roof, the patter of our feet interrupting the strains of national day… Read More Fireworks