When the news first broke on March 23, 2015, of founding Prime Minister Lee Kuan Yew’s death, I was alone in my dormitory room at university in Britain.
I recall starkly the sense of loneliness, far away from home, as what seemed like the mourning of an entire nation unfolded – going by the endless clips and montages of his life being played on television and shared on social media.
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