During year-end school holidays, my family would bring us to my grandparent’s house in Penang. Those were long drives from Kuala Lumpur and we made pit stops at any one of my relative’s houses along the way. One such house was my uncle’s in Tanjung Tualang, a small town in the state of Perak, He had running water though he still used the water from his well. Usually, we would arrive at his house around noon, when it’s very hot. The water from the well was always cool, rejuvenating, the smell of fresh earth. When I peered into the well, I saw my reflection: a little boy in the depths of the well. I called to him in there…and he echoes back.