In the meantime, here is my most recent writing in the Sun on our recent haze:
On some days, the haze could be smelt from our first waking moment. During an Ashtanga Yoga class, with the windows closed, I could even smell the haze in my sweat. It didn’t help that our yoga school was experiencing water rationing as well. “No water, no air,” our guru remarked dryly the next day.
Since January, driving down to Port Klang for sessions, I noticed bush fires along the Kesas Highway. By February, the bush fires warranted the fire brigade being brought in. The haze was so bad that visibility was but for a few metres. A friend who drives down to Nilai observed the same along his commute. This time, we can’t point to Indonesia. These are our forest fires.