Journal

Every spark so far

Five entries and counting. Newest first — because the latest small joy is usually the one still warm in my pocket.

Distant sirens, a growing crowd — I was in the block and still couldn't say what happened.

A windowsill garden that fits in one hand and smells like dinner.

A transistor radio, a shutter half-raised, the day warming up.

Kampong Glam on a slow morning — colour where you don't expect it.

A cosy café near Jalan Besar where the teapot sweats gently.