For Flowers, Fights and Everything Else You know exactly how soppy I could be, hence the flowers carried across states, hidden in your backpack and delivered over a meal for two, after a random walk, on a chilly evening.  You picked well, red roses, not too many, just one, but sweet enough, to get a smile on my face, a lingering one,  for the surprise and ...

I walk away For all the words you did not say Would not say I would not expect you to say, I walk away For all those moments You would not offer me Not be able to offer me Or even think of offering me, I walk away Yonder, To sanity A heaven For myself, Where I be Just, Me.

A few days ago, I was with the man at the Bambalapitiya railway station to entertain his indulgence in photography. He loves trains, was fascinated by them, and could not comprehend my lack of fascination in them. As I watch him run behind trains, jump across the railway track while the train was dangerously parked for a few seconds, (with ...

I look into the mirror with blotches blocking my reflection. The toilet was too close to the sink to my comfort and the whole room gave me the creeps. It look several efforts to subdue the urge to run away, every time I tried to enter the horrendous bathroom, and to reach for the tap to wash my face. It ...

I have not written of you, you never gave me enough mental torture to. You were the one constant, in my life, putting up with me even when I push you too far. You would stand there, sulking as you wait, until I would act as if nothing happened, though I ask for pardon. But then you say sorry more ...

Maie had finally decided it was time he sang for me, and decides to pick “With or without you” among a few he was humming for the day. I remember the post-it on a table with a note-to-self, written by a certain someone, in which he reminded himself to learn the chords of the song. Life had changed, and I ...

You know you have walked into the wrong place when you walk in and find the man-you-did-not-date right in front of you. Thanks to the caipirinha a few minutes before, you tap on his shoulder, and say “hi”, without thinking too much, to receive a “oh hi!” in a surprised tone. I move to the back of the hall from ...

It was one of those days I walked in slightly drunk, smelling a bit of tobacco, to find my parents waiting for me to interpret a deed for them. The usual story, shift from my “fine I shall move on” mood to, “let me interpret this shit for you” mood. Two cocktails never did anything much to me, never will ...

Everyone has that perfect kiss, or that kiss you believe is the perfect kiss. I am not sure whether I had such till I did end up having my perfect kiss. On a random Sunday, over a random conversation over creeps and coffee, and at a random moment when I reached to place my mug on the table, the kiss ...

I have not written in a while.  Now I type a blog post on my phone. Why? Because am stuck in trasit due to delayed flights and a wonderful airline I ended up boarding. I miss my kid, am annoyed at what is happening around me and have lost a lot of respect for some people.  Why? For multiple reasons. ...

Speaking to a friend who works a few meters away from the protests zone, I was given a few insights as to what was going on in the country. She was citing the outrageousness of the anti-protest laws, and how people were coming into the city to join the protest. I ask her whether she is safe, and whether she ...

Ash looks at the photo and says, “You two look totally in love!” I was not too sure about that, at least not at that particular moment she was referring to. Sure, I loved Aiden, and that too in my own way. And he claims he loves me in his own way. (Thank god we never get into analysing what ...

“You keep playing these silly pranks!” he tells me. “Yes, but they are still funny!”I reply. It was too easy to make him believe things sometimes, in spite of he being the one who had warned me that he would be playing pranks, and I should be careful not to get annoyed. A few weeks back he had found some ...

Three things I have learnt in 2013: I love my son, I love him  “a lot!” People often ask me how difficult it is to be a single mum. Well the answer depends on the day you ask the question. Then again, one things remains a constant, and that being the fact that having Akashiv has been most amazing experience. ...

I met them at different times. Lama when she woke me up by walking into the room. She looks at me, and says “You are so beautiful! Where are you from?” Being the woman I am, and the instincts functioning the same way that any woman’s does, a long term friendship was born instantaneously.  Over the numerous times I fell ...

Aiden calls. The last day in Nepal, and I was trying to get some sleep, for a change. But the room service staff had already spoilt it for me, with their enthusiasm to clean my room. I wish they had the same enthusiasm to clear up the room when I was not in it, so that I would not have ...

She talks, and I listen. The pack of cigarettes half emptied, and a half filled glass in front of me. She talks, I listen, think of the coat left behind, while tightening the thin sweater that I had remained my only option. Our lives do not seem much different despite the years in difference, and my son being an element ...

She immersed in the water, the ripples forming around her. It was warm, and she let her whole body submerge as she blocked his screams that resonated in her head. He was back in one of his moods, and this time with another woman in the picture. It was tiring, very tiring to be listening to the stories, reliving them, ...

I watched seated in bed, Aiden walking around the room, getting ready for work. He had been tiptoeing around the room, but I awaken nevertheless. He notices me watching him, comes over to land a kiss on my forehead while continuing to gather his socks, shoes and what not. I think of how the two of us keep crossing paths, ...

I was standing behind a friend yesterday when I thought it would be fun to cover his eyes like an immature being, and he responds immediately, “Ah Sri Lanka!.”  Since my hands remain covering his eyes, I ask him how he knew it to be me. He replies, “well it was easy, I saw a black woman going past me, ...

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