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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'Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add colour to my sunset sky.' Rabindranath Tagore dD hears you loud and clear Rabindranath. Now if only a melove sushi, http://www.melove.com, opened in Siri Lanka.

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 She came She was welcome Bringing with her The end today The beauty of inevitability Death. The absolute bliss of completely not knowing Dead. Nothing dies We all decay to nothing September 2013, The harvest month I always leave in September.

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