So she wakes up to a call which announces to her that his mistress is off to Singapore to be with him. She was not much surprised to hear it. She has seen it come eventually, but did not think it would happen so soon when she was about to have the baby. People ask her who got the woman ...

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 ...

A good morning to all of you! (A morning, and afternoon or an evening depending on where you are of course). I am sharing my latest venture which is collecting stories, and then of course sharing them. Yesterday when on twitter, a colleague drew my attention to something, which is that when we speak of women in developing countries, it ...

He was at his nocturnal rounds, pacing in all aimlessness. She seated at the steps, with puffs of smoke that blow without rhythm, interrupted by occasional coughing. A sign that reminded her that She had lost touch with her inner being, i.e. the tobacco being. She tried thinking Zen as his steps be heard around her. His t-shirt, she did ...

1. All single mums or soon to be single mums are not interested in screwing someone in a bathroom. Just because one did so, does not mean that everyone needs to be judged by the same yard stick. 2. Just because a man leaves behind a woman and decides to run away with his mistress, does not mean the woman ...

I type in the dark, with the company of mosquitos, and close to a rambutan tree which has become an inside joke of the family since it is a reminiscent or a reference to my ex-husband who claimed he had estates of the particular fruit (which of course I had not laid my eyes on). My sister comes out of ...

Aiden looks at Akashiv on my phone. “He is big now!” he says. The two have not yet met though Aiden has made faces at the little one over skype. Times and circumstances need to be worked out to make the introduction. I was not quite sure on what Aiden’s reaction would be to a toddler. He, acting like one ...

(C) Creative Commons Today I was woken up to the howling of a poor puppy who the neighbour had decided to adopt by picking it off the street. The animal was probably days old and the mother of the puppy having spent a day walking around the wall as its pup howled trying to find its mother from a cage ...

If you think life can get any worse, try living married to a person on paper while people call your office telling that the man who was supposed to be abroad, and claimed by parents to have no contacts with them, is walking around Colombo with his mistress. Well if you have been there, lived it and survived, then you ...

I think of him. the puffs of smokes, the stalking eyes and the bitter cynical behavior that follows. I tell him “black” and see him in “white” . A paradox of all sorts, he and I live, which we name not, a thing that needs no definition, a passion not lived and brought to a stale-mate. A moment of happiness ...

I decide to ask him the stupidest question of the day, “you think going out on a date with a boring person is a bad idea?” His reply is no surprise “if I get laid at the end of it, it may not be a bad idea.” I regret asking the stupid question, having realised a while back that some ...

Protests were held in Jaffna last week against alleged crude oil leakage by Chunnakam power plant. The protests which included students of schools, as well as hunger strikers demanded that action be taken to resolve the issue of leakage of crude oil by the Thermal power plant, which is alleged to be the cause of water contamination in wells in ...

First lines of this article was typed a zillion times (well not a zillion times in the literal sense, but of course in figurative sense). This was not because I was out of options for the first line, but merely because too many stories of people I know came to my mind: The story of the man who slapped his ...

I took a walk from a snow covered lane to dust covered roads. from winters cold air leading to smelly cows pass the cold nights to the sweats of summer nights from feelings of coldness to pains of bitterness pass the corners of embrace stolen damned kisses shanty stops and hasty ...

“Why you harassing that poor woman?” he asks me. I end up with 2 questions . 1. Who is the “poor” woman? 2. If there is such a woman, how the hell am I harassing her? I wanted to tell him, if he is referring to a certain individual, I have no clue as to where that allegation stemmed from, ...

Words come easy when we speak. No hesitance of bruised egos, or apologies in case offence caused. It is comforting for a change. The lack of all those “sorries” and forced politeness just out of sheer fear that I might have cracked a joke that hurt one’s pride. We speak of entrepreneurs and cake baking ladies who are hot, and ...

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 ...

The new president was sworn in. Grandma passed away. Two things on the same day. Grandma will probably be remembered as the one who died on the day president Rajapaksa moved out of the Temple Trees, or when the other came to power. Whichever be one’s preference of course. Sri Lanka seems happy with the change. Despite the 3% difference ...

I try to make decisions based on logic for a change. I think of all the emotions that I had but have abandoned me. I dwell in the solitude of emptiness, with the feeling of churning from within. It has been four months and nothing much has changed, just my numbness turning into indifference that eventually breaks me down. I ...

I will not write of you Cz you  asked me not to I will keep the lines intact For a novel of fact Under a fictious tag Of an amazing nag (of me ofcourse) I will write of men Of women and their men With nothing of exception But just mere exemptions In my life of desertion Of those I ...