All posts by Keith Perena

A city girl ‘healed’ by her very own heroes in a half-shell

By Karen Ann Monsy

Giant turtles have been on my must-see list ever since I first saw their pictures two years ago. But a trip to Galápagos island in the Seychelles, where these gentle beasts are endemic, was not forthcoming anytime soon. So, when a recent trip to Muscat threw the opportunity to potentially spot green sea turtles on the beaches of Sur in Oman — June being the month when they come to shore to lay eggs — I was all-in.

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An ode to the ’Man who stole my heart (and ears)

By Alvin R. Cabral

It had me at hello, though I can’t exactly remember when that first ‘hello’ was, because, as soon as I came to my senses as a toddler, the only thing I knew was that I was already hooked on it, taking darn advantage of my innocence. I’m guessing any kid as ignorant would’ve fallen as well; I can picture both of us in my son and his encounter with his very first gaming console — eyes wide open, curious to explore the unchartered at such a tender age.

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Now serving: A healthy, infectious dose of sincerity

By Sandhya D’Mello

An office canteen and the people who serve in them are usually outsourced, unless there is an in-house facility that serves breakfast, lunch, snacks and dinner. People like myself and many others who have made the office their second home dwell here and most of the time bank on the canteen to faithfully serve us good food; I can for sure cite some examples of the people who served us and left many memories.

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My worldly losses will be found in the afterlife… perhaps

By Anjana Sankar

I have a penchant for losing things. Things appear to disappear from my handbag, from my drawer or my trouser pockets. Earrings, pins, hairbands are usual culprits that are insignificant in their loss. Their departure from my life has not made me blink an eye. Ever. A twitch on my nerves at times. But I swear, I still have tried to be organised and put things meticulously back on designated spots only to later forget where those spots were.

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Can you reply to me with more than just thumbs? Please?

By Keith Pereña

Sending a message across the Internet is one of the privileges we rarely take for granted. Back in ‘my day’ (read: The 1990s) Yahoo’s Messenger was a revelation because my siblings and I were able to speak to our parents who were based in Sharjah — in real-time. They could read our messages as soon as we sent them. There was no need to wait for postcards or worry about what hour of day they would call.

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