Wednesday, February 21, 2007

A Muezzin's Call on a Little Street in Singapore

I love the street I work on - it's right in the heart of the city, and has a real magical charm to it. There's Singapore's oldest Taoist temple, and just a few doors away, a quiet mosque with calm interiors, and a lush park where the brave venture out into the still heat with their packed lunches.


I love how on a day like today, everything is tinged with a white-washed blinding gleam, and shadows get shorter with every step. I think about getting an ice cream but I'm suddenly transported by the muezzin's call - once again, I get that strange "I've been here before" feeling as I walk slightly bemused. I round the corner expecting to see men playing backgammon at a shisha cafe, sipping sweet tea just brewed.

But the moment is lost and before I know it, my lunch hour is over, and my colleague L and I traipse reluctantly back to work. Then it occurs to me that the places you've travelled to never really leave you, and it's entirely possible to relive those little defining moments.


So with a much happier heart, I return to a rather complicated report I'm writing, my memories of Alexandria (just look at that incredible sunset from our hotel room window, overlooking the Mediterranean) settling down comfortably against the soundscape of arguing mynahs, street traffic and office chatter.

5 comments:

ian said...

checking in! nice photos! I wish I had a nice camera too!

sabre hound said...

eh, i used to make that small little garden next to the derelict mosque in between amoy street and telok ayer street as my little lunch time sanctuary. the days when i was working as a researcher in an uber funky research agency... long gone are those days now...sigh...

maree said...

My Singapore dreaming is real...
Moments of memories.
About to be enriched!

Haajar said...

I've noted that food surrounding mosques are always amazingly good. I am sure, if I've got lots of time to do random research, I can work out a formula to measure how good the food is by the number of men who go to that mosque for Friday prayers. OR maybe it is the other way round..I don't know. Like I said, if only I had the time.

uncle dick said...

Nice pics...taken by h/p?
I'll be surprised it's so good.
keep up the flow.
about today...tremors, I felt nothing, abso..nothing at all. What it means is this..maybe our place, or area is like the Rock of Gibraltar. Never once in all 2 decades felt even a twitch while everywhere reports of shakes abounded.