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September 23, 2009. I was in the kitchen soaking up the reports of Ond0y in the newspapers. My morning tea had become tepid, although it was just a moment ago that I had prepared it.

Isabelle, my house help, came in through the back door at eight. ‘Malamig’! ‘Malakas ng hangin’! That was how she greeted me that morning. Not with the usual good morning, ma’m. I wondered why she spoke Tagalog. Maybe Tagalog expressed the feelings of ‘cold’ and ‘strong’ better.

It was unusually windy and cold outside. Quite different from the time I landed in Manila about five months ago. The wind was so strong that Isabelle had secured the garden chairs with raffia. 

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13 Dec 2016 12:17:09 By Raman Krishnan ondoy, short story, Comments Stories

Yippee! I’m a poet, and I know it; hope I don’t blow it. (I Shall Be Free No. 10, Bob Dylan, 1964) When I read the breaking news last night about Bob Dylan being awarded the 2016 Nobel Prize for literature, I said, “What?” Despite everything, I realised, I too had (unconsciously) pigeon-holed him unfairly, despite having a full collection of all his books and music.

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14 Oct 2016 13:45:35 By Raman Krishnan Comments Stories
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