KL is shivering in a cold wave. As low as 23 degrees at times. I, clearly now a full time resident of the tropics, am definitely feeling the chill and last night felt quite cold under my usual silk sheet.
The silk sheet is not from KL – it’s the only part of a Pakistani dowry (at least in my family) that I insisted on when getting married. All my childhood I had a beloved silk sheet made of raw unbleached silk that was cool and comforting in the summer, first in Karachi and then in Lahore. I took the sheets to London where they saw little use, but in KL they have come into their own. There is nothing like crisp cotton underneath and silk on top on a warm night.