IT was Thaipusam and, as usual, I was in Penang – walking down the streets looking every bit like a kavadi bearer with my bearded face and traditional outfit.
A Chinese man cut across the road and yelled: “Hey!” I stopped and looked. “Happy Thaipusam,” he said, grinning as he rode off on his bike.
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