It was night. The air stewardess announced that we were landing soon. I looked out my window at sparkling dots of light below.
Not knowing the flight route, I assumed to myself, “Rural towns of Indonesia.” Then I squinted and looked again. The lights were mirrored by shimmering reflections on the ground.
That’s not Indonesia, I realised, it wasn’t even land. That was the sea I was looking at and the lights weren’t villages or houses. They were ships. Massive tankers, with flood lights blazing and reflecting off the still, ebony surface of the Singapore Strait.