And coming to you live from Colombo it's dD! One of those rare occurrences in life where everything kind of comes together and your actually happy. You think to yourself, hey this is cool, I don't make depressing posts on social media anymore. Not like the ones I made in England. Not even close. So I forgave for my freedom, but however costly emotionally, however lonely I maybe in the motherland.

Slowly but surely realising money can't buy happiness. In this current moment I have everything I need materially. My sisters lovely home in Pelwatta to live. An excellent valet who's also a great cook. A driver and car on call. A great bunch of friends. Even an extra bit of cash in hand. Back doing what I love the most, advertising. Back living in Sri Lanka. Yet my family and home are

The off button. Not everyone has one. You know the guy standing beside Regents Park only in his socks and underwear in winter, ok that kind of guy, they're lit up from every light possible. No, only some of us have that off button. That button that enables you to enter another frame of mind at the same time in real time. You are there and dealing with the psychological blow one after another,

 It's wonderful tropical night, light drizzle that continues from afternoon. It's pleasantly chilly and thick black darkness adds to this wonderful comfort. The fan buzzes busily high up over dD's head, further cooling the room. The storm in dD's from inside. Sometimes sounds that can't be described in words are like the words that can't be spoken. And in the name of Buddha, you are commanded to

 It's a wonderful tropical night, light drizzle that continues from afternoon. It's pleasantly chilly and thick black darkness adds to this wonderful comfort. The fan buzzes busily high up over dD's head, further cooling the room. The storm in dD's from inside. Sometimes sounds that can't be described in words are like the words that can't be spoken. And in the name of Buddha, you are commanded

Dear Family & Friends Best wishes for a fabulous New Year! dD has arrived in Pelawatte after an eventful pilgrimage. Not withstanding the bus ride and realisation of how Sri Lankans do not know about personal space or deodorant. Or for that matter, striking up a conversation with a total stranger in public transport and asking about his most personal details!

Londons Calling The Jew boys from Mill Hill and Elstree The ones who everyone laughed at in school The same ones you now work for The Indian down the high street hires the buxom blonde from Manchester You know he’s going to finger her in the back But he gives you the occasional tenner for a pint and dinner And ignores the skunk weed you hide in his restaurant bin in the back alley

It rained last night. Suddenly got up for the noise of the rain drumming down on the roof. That cold refreshing feeling that only a tropical rain storm brings was immediate, so much that dD found the covering sheet welcome. The past few days of heat, both in body and soul, gave away to this wonderful feeling to the hidden corners of dD’s memory relieving the warmth of the mother womb. The

Just spent a whole Saturday shattered. Pottering around home and pondering. Food and Mugs of Coffee aplenty. Surprisingly no inclination to even perhaps sip a glass of Absolut neat in a tall glass topped with ice. No, not dD. dD was truly just shattered. Sitting in the balcony still pondering dD looks up as dD hears a noise. To see dD’s friend the squirrel had come with company. It

Nice Friday evening with sister. Dinner out for niece’s birthday. Palmyrah hopper and string-hoppers with mutton curry, potato curry, pol smabol, katta sambol and before the best rasam dD has ever tasted. Two in fact as niece didn’t drink hers. Everyone too full for desert. Dramatized by the sms text bro-in-law receives from hospital to operate early next morning. Bill proceeds

The rain has fallen all evening. A gloomy, hot and humid afternoon followed by this wonderful feeling that every thing has been washed and clean again. dD relaxes and watches what is now a familiar sight. A blur of greenery right outside the bedroom door with the steady sound of raindrops gently falling. Pear shaped drops of rain like a precious stone hanging from a necklace. Raindrops like

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