This is Seeya. Last week, on June 30, he would have turned 100. He died a few months after he turned 98, just over one and a half years ago. He was born as the first World War was taking shape, and lived through a second, an independence for Sri Lanka, another brutal war and its end. Seeya was an ...
I don’t remember how my twenties started. But, I do remember that it started off with a whole ton of dreams. Dreams of all shapes and sizes, tangible and not-so. Free of structures and rules, this was the age of possibility and opportunity; the age of new love, happiness and magic. Or so I was told. And to cherish ...
It’s almost summer here. Almost. Because the rough winds still blow, and rain still comes. When that stops, I know this place will be packed with locals and tourists alike. Till then, I’ll enjoy the serenity it brings. Just the clear blue sky and the sea. I long for it. To speak into the distance, of my worries and pains, and happiness too. Perhaps smile.Filed under: Here and there
The following short story that I wrote was awarded the third prize in the 2013 Creative Writing Competition (short story category) of the English Writers Cooperative of Sri Lanka and published in Channels, Volume 19 – 2013 (published by the English Writers Cooperative in Sri Lanka, September 2013) Amal was twice the age of the other boys. But, at 17, he behaved ...
When the war ended in May 2009, I had some hope. Here was an opportunity for Sri Lanka – for its regime and its people – to make things right again. But, alas! I feel that same hope today. An opportunity once again – and I dare say, perhaps for the last time – to make things right. This wouldn’t happen ...
Converted a poem I wrote this evening into this image: What are walls made of? Brick and cement? Or Hatred? A hunger for power, A disgusted desire to oppress? divide? Who toils over them? Who stands on the side? Whose blood, sweat and tears? To satisfy whose fears? What does it take to build a wall, and what does, to break it down, to ...
I don’t remember how my twenties started. But, I do remember that it started off with a whole ton of dreams. Dreams of all shapes and sizes, tangible and not-so. Free of structures and rules, this was the age of possibility and opportunity; the age of new love, happiness and magic. Or so I was told. And to cherish ...
This is Seeya. Last week, on June 30, he would have turned 100. He died a few months after he turned 98, just over one and a half years ago. He was born as the first World War was taking shape, and lived through a second, an independence for Sri Lanka, another brutal war and its end. Seeya was an ...
#orangeurworld – part of a campaign to ‘say no & unite to end violence against women’ Nov. 25 marks the International Day for the Elimination of Violence against Women. It also signifies the start of the annual 16 Days of Activism against Gender-based Violence campaign. UNWOMEN states that according to 2013 data, globally 35% of women have experienced either physical and/or ...
A few pictures of a mini road-trip. This was some months ago. During the Vesak holidays, to be precise. A long weekend was not to be wasted. Packed and excited, we set off, starting off along the Southern highway and.. oh well. A double rainbow, or whatever this sort of rainbow is called, following bouts of rain on the Southern highway ...
I wish I could be strong Like you, And bold and spirited too, That I could discard, so easily, mercilessly, and without care, Everything about you, Like you did of me, I wish I could be strong Like her, That girl, over there, And bold, and spirited too, Torn and alone, scarred and bruised, She stands tall, Vowing to fight on.Filed under: Uncategorized
The Evening News was disturbing, to say the least. It had blurted out how everything was up in the air. Riots, bloodshed, violence… The death of the young bright scholar, after he was accidentally shot down by the police during a protest, in which he had nothing to do, had sparked protests and rage. Police were being hounded for answers, ...
On the river bank, Perched high on a tree, Sits a crow, That’s all I see, From atop this tower, Locked away from sweet daylight, I peek through the cracks on the wall, wondering what others, might have escaped my call, I’m taken out when the masters come, As an exhibit But no sum, Do I ask? It’s forbid, My ...
It hurts, To know you don’t satisfy expectations, To be cast aside, To be discarded, Especially if you’ve come to love this thing, That has just rejected your call For their love. It hurts, To be alone, To have no one to share your dreams with, To have no one to kiss you on the neck Where it tingles, To ...
Said she, “I want to be the pretty girl, Whose got no freckles on her face, I want to be the lucky girl, For who everything turns out just fine, I want to be the funny girl, And walk amidst the laughter, I want to be the rich girl, Who, as she pleases, toasts, wines and dines, I want to ...
Recently, I went to Trinco, stopped at the Seruawila Temple and Marble Beach. These places are so serene. No one about to disturb you. Filed under: Here and there
