Kuala Lampur, Feb. 26 -- The first sahur of Ramadan is rarely poetic.

The alarm rings earlier than the body prefers. The kitchen light feels too bright. You sit at the table not because you are hungry, but because you are preparing to be.

The house is quiet, but not yet peaceful. It is the quiet of adjustment, not reflection. You chew slowly, glancing at the clock, already aware that the day ahead will feel different.

By mid-morning, the body begins to notice what is missing. The cup of coffee that usually accompanies the first email.

The absent sip of water between conversations. The unconscious reach for a snack that never happens.

You realise how much of your day runs on habit, how much comfort is stitched into small routines you ...