“All good books are alike in that they are truer than if they had really happened and after you are finished reading one you will feel that all that happened to you and afterwards it all belongs to you: the good and the bad, the ecstasy, the remorse and sorrow, the people and the places and how the weather was. If you can get so that you can give that to people, then you are a writer.”

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Bukit Gombak

Ever been led down a fleet of steep stone steps amidst a wooded area grazing a lake, blind folded? When on opening your eyes, the spectacle before you happens to be sheer breath taking, the experience counts as simply amazing!

A couple of friends took me to a lake calmly nestled in between a hillock and swaying tall trees. It was just one of those random spots that one discovers by acciden
t when traveling, a haven of serenity, the kind of place that inspires the artist within you.

We sat there on rocks for a while as the last rays of the sun having swept through the skies gave way to a balmy star studded night. A frog jumped into the water, a couple sang songs on a guitar and 3 girls chatted away oblivious of time.

I love Singapore for these little brushes with nature