100 Words with a Territory Twist

If you consumed the Parap Markets, I imagine it would taste like my childhood. It’s in the flavours of spicy beef curry that burnt delicious holes into plastic and tongues, until I felt Malaysia rush through my veins. And it’s in fights over fruit ice-cream to nourishing hot mouths, when sticky hands slipped to spoon in the last morsels of perfection. But it’s also be in the way I would secretly count as women skinned pineapples at speed and people around me chattered in all the dialects of the world, converging here on this small, safe corner of the planet.