Half Light

I am Priya. I work a regular weekday job and come home to a flat that faces other flats, which means privacy is a negotiated art.

Ink Lines began as a folder of paragraphs I did not want to lose — lift rides, hawker mornings, the way Jurong light changes before a storm. I publish them because writing for one reader still counts as writing.

I am not a journalist, therapist, lawyer, or financial adviser. If you need any of those, please consult someone qualified. If you want a neighbourly account of west-side evenings, you are in the right place.

I reply to email when I can, usually after ten in the evening. Be patient; this site has no staff.