A rhu by any other name


The bright sun filtered through the clouds that drifted in from the horizon. A splendid hue of turquoise; the sea framed by tall rhu trees. I can look at this for a while. But not for too long, as droplets of rain blew with the wind towards the seashore. Suddenly the drizzle became a downpour. Again not for too long, for the weather is moodily mercurial. The rain stopped. Cycled back towards Tanjong Rhu which literally means “Casuarina Cape”. What’s that saying again? “A rose by any other name would smell as sweet” It’s not the name that matters, but what the thing is.


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