My neighbor riding as a pillion on a stranger’s bike; and we burst out laughing;
Busy vendors trading their goods;
A red plastic bag on my daughter’s head to cover from the rain.
Fried kuey teow;
Freshly fried vadai.
The sound of the work and laddle of the carrot cake seller;
The sound of the rain drops falling on the big umbrella.
The fall of raindrops on my skin;
The soft hands of my daughter holding my hand tightly.
I look up at the sky and realized how blessed I am to be alive to enjoy this wonderful moment.