
Today my sister took me to the night market near her house. She showed me the fish stall where Mother used to get her favourite fresh white pomfrets. Today there were quite a lot of the fish.One thing which I had definitely inherited from my Mother is my liking for the white pomfret. All my three children also had inheritied her love for this fish, probably due to the fact that she had always bought this fish for them since they were small.
I remember my Mother actually did not quite like fish at all. But the white pomfret was an exception, probably because the white pomfret does not really have a very fishy taste. When my Mother ate the white pomfret she did not eat the whole fish, only the tastiest parts, ie. the parts near the wings and the tail. This is one of the little precious memories that I have of my Mother.







This picture of another roasted dog with the head and tail still intact taken from 






He said, “I set my aims high and reach for the stars. I don’t know how long I’ll be in this world so I don’t care what others say! It’s the journey which I really enjoy. So what if I don’t reach the mountain top or complete a triathlon? It’s an enriching experience, nevertheless.”








