I wrote about hanging up my spurs on July 17, 2019, just three weeks into “My life as I never knew it”, as I smugly titled the column. I made travel plans and was looking forward to a six-month break before taking on freelance writing or editing jobs. But during the first MCO, the grass grew really long and weeds set in. Love grass (Chrysopogon aciculatus) was sprouting all over. I used to run up to him, all excited, with my little hands full of love grass for him to count.

Source: The Star June 30, 2021 00:00 UTC