I practice Ashtanga yoga once a week in a small studio in Rochor, Singapore, where I get to unravel my stress even as I cultivate strength and discipline under the perceptive eyes of my teachers. The mat is where the buzz of the city fades into focused breaths.

Increasingly I find that reading stands as my anchor, a sanctuary of sustained focus and thinking against the rapid pace and fragmented distractions of a digitally-mediated world.

The ukulele is my bagpack-sized escape into a world of musical whims and fancies. On some evenings, I transform into a one-person band covering songs. Yet, the uke is more than a cover artist; it's also my muse for spontaneous songwriting sessions.