I AM WALKING down Jalan Gurdwara towards Hin Bus Depot—and though I have walked this route many times this year, something about it feels different today. Perhaps it is the faces that peek out along the kaki lima; a familiar foreignness in the eyes of all those I walk past. It translates to the way they speak the national language—is it Bahasa Malaysia or Bahasa Melayu? Does it even matter?
Regardless, there is a twirl at the tip of their tongue which differs from mine, even if to untrained eyes, we might all look the same.
