Unfamiliar faces at the beach

by Mahen Bala· December 30, 2015· in Journal· 0 comments tags: beach, journal, monsoon, people
Brilliant colours of blue, light grey, pastel pink, golden yellow smeared across the sky, shifting as quickly as the wind hurries the clouds. One frame morphing into another, no two moments are alike. I share the birthing morning with coconut trees, boulders and sand, moist from last night’s high tide. Unfamiliar, nameless faces cross my gaze.
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The Taxi Driver

by Mahen Bala· December 06, 2015· in Journal· 0 comments tags: culture, kuala lumpur, life, living, short story, taxi driver, uber
A bus stop is the worst place to ponder on the purpose of life and existence. In fact it’s the worst place for any thought at all. Lengthy ones are usually interrupted by the arrival of the bus and short ones only make the wait increasingly unbearable. It is best to simply exist, as if you and the structure were one and the same. So I waited for the bus on this side of the road, headed into town. After half an hour, a bus arrived on that side of the road. The driver gestured for all of us bus-spotters to quickly get on. “You have to go this way! Don’t you know they’ve changed the system??” said the angry driver to the silent and confused passengers. He took the long route, deep into Ampang and decides to stop for a the tarik in the middle of nowhere.
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