
Lazy Sundays, rainy afternoons.
I recall fondly my lazy and quiet Sunday afternoons of my tender years between the ages of 4 to 6. In particular, when it rained in the long afternoons. There is nothing like the tropical rains to lull one’s senses.
In the late 1960s, Pudu, where I stayed, was still a quiet enclave. There were few cars on the road. Commerce was at a standstill then, on God’s anointed rest day.
As the eldest grandson (with grandparents manning our provision shop, parents, uncles, and aunties out on commerce, etc), I would spend my Sundays alone reading. I especially enjoyed reading when the tropical rains poured cats and dogs.
Nowadays, Sundays can be a hectic day with the consequences of affluence.
Sundays, for most, are filled with church, WhatsApps, errands, lunch and dinner appointments, and trips to shopping centres.
If only time could stand still for us the savour the lazy Sundays afternoons, with the long tropical rains.
Here are two books by Liew Suet Fun on Taiping and Maxwell Hills / Larut Hills, looking back nostalgically on her early years.
LWH @ Stockholm, 14 SEP 2025, 16 Celsius.