Kuala Lampur, March 6 -- It's a month of reflection.

Whether fasting or not till dusk, Ramadan is so imbued in our multicultural land, it urges Malaysians to reflect on life, friendships, blood ties and everything in-between.

Even if you do not enter a Ramadan Bazaar or mosque, you pass them and experience them through the people you work, study or live next to.

I like that. A time set aside to contemplate.

We spend far too much time doing the other thing, to figure out the complicated.

We think to survive, we contemplate to ascend.

Which is why it is deeply personal.

To me, my city is as personal as it gets. Kuala Lumpur.

Almost everything I love is tied to it, and perhaps that love is hardly reciprocated by my city, but does she...