2014.
A decade after my early adventures with relics, I found myself on a different kind of field — not a site of excavation, but a garden, surrounded by children, families, and fellow heritage enthusiasts.
That day, Berita Harian featured our community programme at Singapore Botanical Gardens , where we blended tradition with togetherness — silat demonstrations, keris appreciation, and the simple joy of passing knowledge from one generation to the next.
We weren’t just performing; we were reminding. That our heritage isn’t meant to gather dust behind glass, but to live, breathe, and move — in the open air, under the sun, in the laughter of children running past.
Every keris unsheathed, every rhythm of rebana, every story told that afternoon was a small defiance against forgetfulness.
Because culture, when lived, becomes memory.
And memory, when shared, becomes legacy.