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A love letter to Singapore’s disappearing past
Having grown up in Tanglin Halt, the writer reflects on how everyday places shape who we are and what vanishes when they’re gone.
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Tanglin Halt, one of the oldest estates in Singapore and where the writer grew up, is being redeveloped.
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Deanna Nabilah
The first time, as a child, I accompanied my late grandmother to the wet market in Tanglin Halt, two things confounded me: the terrific speed with which the stallholders moved, and how no order slipped past them.
My favourite part of our visits was witnessing a stallholder whip up my grandmother’s order of curry blend with a colourful array of spices, meticulously scooping a spoonful of each spice.
