The Indian Robin: Small Bird, Big Attitude
Whether perched on a wall, a rock or a fence post, the Indian Robin (Saxicoloides fulicatus) cannot sit still. It flicks its…
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The Little White House on Scotts Road
Indocafe, The White House, at 35 Scotts Road, made me pause. I wondered how this little black-and-white bungalow had managed to survive…
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The Freedom We Inherited, The Freedom We Must Protect
Our grandparents’ generation won a great battle on 15 August 1947. For our grandparents, freedom meant breaking the chains of colonial…
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The Empire Is Gone, Churchill Is Still Watching
In the first week of August, at the Tanglin Club in Singapore, history created a little drama in my head. I…
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“A camera captures more than an image. It preserves a moment that can remind you of a poem, a verse you may have read somewhere long ago. Whenever I browse through my photographs, I find stories and poems hidden in them. Every creature seems to carry a tale of its own, and every tale has its own rhythm.”
Prerna Jain
