Little India

When I think of Little India, the vicarious images of Hindu temples, with intricate carvings of deities adorning the skyline and throngs of Indian workers plugging the streets immediately comes to mind. My plain ignorance over the years has inculcated certain misconceptions that do no justice to this warm and vibrant quarter of Singapore. My senses were heavily assaulted by the array of food produce, textiles and souvenirs. Yet as I elbowed my way through the narrow pathways, the endless chatter between owners and customers and the Hindi music blasting from shops all began to fade into a murmur. I never felt more alone on this journey of self-discovery. More than just a precinct for Indians and tourists to eat, shop and chill, I saw a kind of lonely desire, lurking in every possible corner…