I write not much of late. Instead I tell stories. I pick the phone, dial his number and switch to story mode. Does not matter much if he be listening. It’s the feeling of him being there with me that maters for a change. He laughs, says “indeed darling” and I tell him that I love him. It seems much ...

Life is in circles, of cycles. I start, I walk, and I return to the same starting point (of no point). Similar people, in search of temporary ego boosts of affection. Much predictable, them and I( No surprise!) Life moves, I move, from things, people and the person (the usual, shutting myself out. Hide away from trouble! Run! Run! Run! ...

I have not written something in a while, but then after reading some articles people deem as journalism of late, decided that silence ain’t that much of gold of late. Hence the shout out from this side of the land. So yes, this joker who apparently is a “journalist” writes this wonderful article on homosexuals, [...]

So the blog post I wrote on how the titles matter or NOT have cause a few opinions to come forth. While one of my friends in the medical profession claimed that in any receipt or form the title being correctly put would play a key role, as some people are pretty anal about being considered Miss when Mrs, or ...

So apart from other complications in my life, I am told that I have pregnancy complications too. Not that I have been unable to recognise that with whatever I have been going through of late, physically of course, but then to be confirmed by the doctor on the matter was, well not relieving in this case. The water levels of ...

“If I had stayed with him one more week I would have killed myself” her friend tells her. She has not spoken to her for a long time, and they were never close friends. She had made it a point to not be around the two of them in the past, just so that their groping of each other would ...

I know not when my baby will be born, as he seems to have a mind of his own even in the womb, kicking as he pleases, hiding his actions and having his own moods. I guess I will have my hands full with the little one, and I know that life will be complete with him to spoil and ...

His eyes light up when he sees me. His fingers wrap around mine, with the firmest of grips, with a silent promise of not wanting to let go. We speak in silences, gestures and sounds which fall only within our range of comprehension. Falling asleep with my cheek against his face is a habit engraved, and his smell is of ...

by Vositha Wijenayake and Vidya Nathaniel Punishing by flogging has come to the forefront of legal and political discussions due to the attention brought to it through the case of Raif Badawi, a Saudi Arabian blogger sentenced to ten years and 1000 lashes for setting up a blog by the name of Saudi Free Liberals Forum which promoted free speech ...

Sri Lankan Youth Climate Action Workshop is organizing a series of workshops on climate change and policy, of which the one targeting the professionals and journalists commenced, yesterday the 31st of August 2011. It was attended by journalists of different local newspapers (hopefully some articles would be relevant to topics on climate change no this [...]

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, ...

One does not need additional explanations to highlight the importance of water for every human’s survival. In addition to being a basis for our survival, it is also at the core of sustainable development. This further indicates water as being critical for social as well as economic development with sectors of health, welfare as well as production all being dependent ...

It was my wedding day. As usual my x husband was late. While everyone was panicking, and I was assuming that the man was being his usual self, Harshu decides to comfort my mother. I hear later that he had volunteered to play the mock groom in case the one who should play the real groom did not turn up. ...

“I love you” “Not convincing enough!” she tells him. So he tries again, in different intonation, and different rhythms. “Convincing enough?” She laughs, he looked good, especially when trying to be convincing. He had tried to convince for a while, though she had other things to occupy herself with, than being convinced by him or love. Once, she had been ...

Aiden had decided that his patience with me was going to be an enduring one. Despite my notions of pushing him away, he had decided to stick around, keep his patience, and to make things work. Or at least try to make them work. I was silent in acknowledging my appreciation, which of course came in small portions, and was ...

The AGM of CANSA (Climate Action Network South Asia) was held on the 31st of July 2011, at Kathmandu with the attendance of organisations working on climate change and its relevant fields. However the question that popped up in my head was, where the representatives of Maldives were…was it that they were not interested in attending the AGM or was ...

For all those folk who are wondering what CANSA is, it has nothing to do with CANCER. (though the thought I presume might have entered your head) It stands for Climate Action Network South Asia. (Yes there is a CAN international too) They always say that it is good to start off with an intro and a little understanding on ...

I press my face against the little one. He in his sleep, moves against me for the warmth. I press my cheek against his soft skin, and let the tears fall, for all the hurt that I hide, and all the strength I pretend, and all the sadness that overwhelms, every time I look at him and think of “him”.

When I heard of the young man who was gunned down in Pakistan, I did not know him, nor did I know his wife to be. He was a name in a story, which Anithra told me over a Public International Law lesson. She mentioned of her best friend who was in love with him, and how all of a ...

Lying on the floor, at her parents’ living room she dreamt of her baby. The vocabulary had changed from “our” baby to “her” baby, and the entitlement has restricted itself. She always had thought it was their baby, that they would raise the child together, even when he had told her that he was with her, only for the kid ...