A whiff of aroma from a nearby food stall must have triggered my tastebuds. I was now feeling famished. It was only hunger a few moments ago.
It was 1980. I was 21 and had just entered into my second year as a rookie reporter with the now defunct Straits Echo Press. As I alighted my two wheeler “kapchai “ at the entrance of Pudu Wai Sik Kai ( Glutton Street ), I was greeted by a constant flow of people flocking the stalls that lined both sides of the 100 meter street from one end to the other.