AT the traffic lights in Petaling Street, Kuala Lumpur, I saw a person lying dead, his face and half his body covered with newspapers by two health staff. It was a poor homeless soul that was gone.
Whenever I take a stroll along Petaling Street I wondered why were there so many homeless there. Seeing the body that day made me feel guilty – that it’s
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