Breathe

by Kenny Mah

A speeding car appears from nowhere and cuts in front of me. How dangerous! My instinct, I must admit, is to sound my car horn, not to notify the other motorist of his haphazard driving (for he has zoomed off by now), but to signal my displeasure. I don’t. Instead I take this moment, this

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This is a blessing

by Kenny Mah

A year before We rise early in the morning. It’s a working day. I get up first and switch off the air conditioner. I head into the bathroom and squeeze toothpaste onto both of our toothbrushes. I pull you out of bed and we brush our teeth together, your eyes still half-closed, slowly waking. I

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“Running up that hill”

by Kenny Mah

Life feels like a struggle on some days. Okay, make that on many days. More often than not. There are bills to pay and waistlines that stray. Parents are getting older and so am I. (I feel it; jetlag affects me now when it never used to.) Every plate that is placed before me is

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by Kenny Mah

Om. “Breath in.” I am breathing in. Fresh air fills my lungs. My chest expands, lifts up. My eyes close gently. I am hope, expectancy, a full day about to begin. Magic, miracles, and remarkable feats await me. Anything is possible. Everything is possible. Om. “Breath out.” I am breathing out. The worries of the

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Bread and butter

by Kenny Mah

Mom was always frugal. When we were kids, all we had to survive on was Dad’s salary as a primary school teacher. Civil servants didn’t earn much in those days (I’m not entirely sure that they earn all that much these days either) and since Mom was a housewife with no income of her own,

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