Melaka Revisited
It was a young Malay man in his early thirties, donning a songkok , who picked us up at our parents’ place at Taman Sentosa that morning in early December, 2022. He would be the Grab driver to bring us to the Red Square, where the iconic clock tower stood in the middle of old Malacca town. I Chun, Ethan and I were back in Melaka visiting Papa and Mummy- I hadn’t been back here for almost half a year, while I Chun and Ethan last saw my parents face to face when they visited Singapore three years ago, just before the pandemic. Papa wasn’t driving nowadays, fortunately however, Grab offered a convenient alternative for my parents to get groceries and meals (when Mummy wasn’t cooking) and of getting into town (when Mummy was line-dancing!) Today, it was our turn to Grab into town. Along the way, Ariff (not his real name) and I struck a rather lively conversation in Malay. He had initiated it, asking me where I was from and what I was doing in Melaka. Although he had picked us up from...