Alas, old folks like us relish on raking up memories of the past, be they sweet, sour or bitter. So here I go with one.
In the kampong, our wooden-attap house was surrounded by trees, and daily dead leaves would glide down gracefully by the hundreds onto the earth around us.
Each morning, my late Grandma would arm herself with her trusty Bamboo Rake and use it to gather the fallen leaves into a couple of neat heaps for disposal.
The Bamboo Rake was also a favorite tool used by road-sweepers to keep the roads clean of rubbish. Nowadays the arduous task has been largely taken over by specialized machines. And so, the tool is not commonly seen anymore.