Growing up in Penang
The nostril arousing cooking aromas wafted through the house. It was a hands on encounter of delightfully trying to second guess the source of the ingredient utilised. At times, it was irresistible to just go downstairs to see what Mummy was dishing up over the stove. The equatorial afternoons can be oppressive outside. So on a public holiday or weekend, we would most likely be preserved behind closed doors with the air conditioning fully switched on. I would go through a spectrum of reading material, which would reveal the wonder and complexity of the world outside. Cocooned as I was, I could hear the cries of passing vendors, visitors to the house at the gate and at times, the rumblings of a budding thunderstorm. Best of all was listening to the radio, with voice inflections, pronounciations and enchanting beats of music. Friends from school would drop by on their bikes. We would chat outdoors during the coolish evenings and ...