A Shrine in the middle of a Slum
I was eager to meet a friend for lunch, and looking forward to the much-awaited chats that we usually have. The day was punishing to say the least, the humidity sapped my energy with little effort. I crossed the road from the Sentul LRT station in Kuala Lumpur, into a small slum settlement.
Clusters of homes constructed from old planks and cheap cement, scattered within a kilometre radius. Zinc roofs and a plague of dust hovered thickly in the air. Obviously poor people lived in the makeshift houses.
I saw a gated entrance to a shrine. Briefly paused to admire the gate, even in the blistering heat. A small piece of architecture in the middle of no where. Made my day.