Whatever happens, right now was always the best time of her life. She had come to realize this. No other time in her life would ever be better than right now. She was certain of it. Right now, no matter at what point in time she looked, was the best time ever.So was He. He would always only be the ...
I just saw a friend wished someone with a "HBD buddy!" !@$^*(and the ridiculousness of it all ruffles my easily ruffalable feathers.It is quite frankly quite insufferable. So there. I said it. It is bad enough we've resorted to writing on someone's facebook wall every single heart felt wish that now apparently is not even felt unless they publicly announce ...
Someone explain to me how this whole work for a living concept came about. Day in, day out, no matter how much one may love their job (I really do, once I actually get there, that is), just dragging myself there seems like such an effort.And oh yes. How is it that in the Hawkings movie, they say the Universe ...
The internet is finally making it's way and challenging the status quo of the university classroom. Perhaps this was how education was always supposed to be. Free and accessible to anyone in the world, with a (relatively faster) internet connection.It is still, quite undeniably in the very new stages. Been picking up for a while, but still very new to ...
Is there even such a thing?To say good bye for the very last timeimpending doomlooming aheadand all the yesterdays, memoriesof a life livedand shared..Do you talk about all the thingsyou never got to say?Or have you already said itin the everyday small gesturesso they know for surewith every smell and soundevery whiff of windevery new dawn and duskyou have shaped ...
You will need: · 500g of grated juggery (I got lucky, I've found grated juggery from the indian store. Will add more pics). 2 cups thick coconut milk (I use coconut milk cans or pitikara polkiri powder)8 large eggs / 10 small eggs (or 18 eggs if double the recipe)About two cloves worth of ground cardamomOne ground clove 1 ...
The world is a sad place.Even when it is seemingly joyful, it really isn't. The true nature of it is really that it's just one big heartache waiting to happen. Oh but wait. Didn't someone already say that? ha. I guess you really got to live it to get it.Even when we are happiest. We are sad. As one of ...
It seems a sorry state of affairs when one reads about a child who commits suicide because of how she was disciplined at school. She left a heartbreaking note behind explaining herself and the injustice she felt. It breaks my heart to know the school system, decades after we went through it ourselves, has not changed. The crime a child ...
Frozen in time, if I was asked to describe you and methis momentI am lost for wordsthe cellos and piano violins and flutes and yet, comfortable silence the music between ussteady and strong aware only thatthis is eternitya once in a lifetime impossible oddsincredible luckdare I say, love.
What do you do when childhood dreams are now coming true. Then, you realise life is bigger. While getting what you'd like to have is a nice validation and confirmation of certain insecurities of self worth, common sense and reality taps me on the shoulder, matter of factly. It's the reminder to take a step back and see the big ...
It is strange to think, on an ordinary daysome encounterscan change our livesand how gloriously seemingly unimportantthat first eye, meeting an eyethe first twinklefirst smileand first word spokencan have so easily been forgottenwhen my everydayforever moreis defined by your existencein a tomorrow,where our fateful yesterdaysremain forgottenuneventful, almost boringso spectacularly hazyeven though I strain to rememberdaresay, I knew in that instant?But ...
There has been an alarming wave of suicides reported in the media recently. I wonder if these reports further fuel the culture where ending one's life is the natural outcome of ones personal anguish. Who knows what the troubled mind endures before it reaches the conclusion life is not worth living. It reminds me of the times when suicide touched ...
Before e-mail and whatsapp came along, there was snail mail. It wasn't instant or easy to do. It required planning and time and well, patience. It took a considerable amount of effort to go to the post office. Wait in line. Why, it was even expensive.But no one can deny that it was special.Judging from a conversation I just had ...
Elections upon us again. I hope you participated in the few acts of democracy we as citizens get to exercise these days. Too many have fought hard and sacrificed to win people this right. Especially for women. Respect it. Vote for what you believe in, or the lesser evils as the case maybe.
How the weekend always comes to an end? No matter how good or bad it has been.And too much chinese food and yummy chillie paste, no matter how good, can always make you regret it having had it, the next day?Or, no matter how sunny or not sunny the weekends were, you always wish you had more time to clean ...
You smile at me across the screenThousands of miles awayAnd memories of a lifetime flash before meForever grateful for this time,cherishing these random momentsKnowing our days are numberedHearing your childishly girly giggleLaughing at my sillinessI chatter away, heart breaking to a million piecesAs I dread the next few months before usKnowing you have sufferedFelt excruciating pain, you are too proud ...
Just some random dinner table riddles, I couldn't help sharing. They made me chuckle. The soup was pretty nice too. I love seafood. I wish I didn't like eating it so much. This is why I will never be a vegetarian. Sigh.
Listening to stories from Kandy, how buildings, homes, and livelihoods of innocent people were looted and set on fire by “mobs” was awful. Suddenly we were all reduced to the racial categories on the birth certificate as fear and uncertainty took over. There was CCTV camera footage of homes and alleyways with burning objects hurled at them and screenshots ...
