Earlier this summer, I met up with a friend on a hot and humid June afternoon. The recent rains have been a huge relief to Hong Kongers, so much so that we've been compelled to utter a word of gratitude after complaining nonstop about frizzy hair and humidity. Just before another burst of showers fell... Continue Reading →
Ustad Hotel’s Humble Magic: Thilakan, Sufism and the Malabar Coast
When I was thinking of starting this blog, I knew at the back of my mind that Ustad Hotel would be one of the first things I wanted to share with the whole world. It's by no means a small movie, nor is it underrated or under-appreciated, especially by longtime followers of Indian regional cinema.... Continue Reading →
An ode to pithas and winter kitchens in my dad’s village
Smell is a powerful thing, it really is. I live near a Chinese graveyard so there’s no shortage of old ladies climbing up the hills every weekend to burn offerings for their loved ones. Some things smell quite nice when burning, like paper notes and mini wooden houses. Others, not so much. Once, my neighbour... Continue Reading →
