<!--[if gte mso 9]> Normal 0 0 1 292 1665 13 3 2044 11.1539 <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]> 0 0 0 <![endif]--> <!--StartFragment--> "Nava-ratri" literally means "nine nights." The 9 Divine Nights. Nava – that means 'new' – denotes 'nine' the number to which sages attach special significance. Hence we have Nava-ratri
The night is cool, the bed and her body soft, like the soft scent that arises from her body. Paradise. She dances the garba, soft smile Her love for her goddess entrances her Her silk saree, as silky as her arms The bead of sweat on her lip The slight wet patch in her underarm She dances, dances for her Goddess Her Devi Paradise, no not the Coldplay one My Paradise Isle. Sri Lanka.
Priyantha Dhammika Dharmawardhane Dhammika hates people who don't understand unintended hate, and therefore his opinion of himself is never love, always hate. But not worse than his opinion of people who don't understand unintended hate. That would be all of you in love.My life's calling in drawing bad pictures and writing shite was interrupted by parental intentions for engineering, law
<!--[if gte mso 9]> Normal 0 0 1 393 2241 18 4 2752 11.1539 <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]> 0 0 0 <![endif]--> <!--StartFragment--> Home, me village in the wood. The absolute silence of an English countryside afternoon is further deafened by the heavy rain clouds overhead. Even the house beat of the music on the TV is
Priyantha Dhammika Dharmawardhane Despite access to every imaginable coffee in the world; Kenyan, Colombian, French, Italian..., I have treated myself to a mug of Sri Lankan Island Coffee, jealously guarded in the fridge, but fast depleting. Hint hint to Digby Digby, my good sisters, one holidaying and the other who lives in Sri Lanka. Like · · 2 minutes ago · Priyantha
Had a long chat with the matriarch in the family yesterday during lunchtime. I had just been to the Lord Murugan temple in Highgate for the Archana and subsequent feast of vegetarian lunch. She on her way to the Paradise Isle for a pilgrimage to Kataragama. General chat about everything and nothing, and we both were laughing when we realised whenever we chat about the gods and goddesses we
<!--[if gte mso 9]> Normal 0 0 1 564 3220 26 6 3954 11.1539 <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]> 0 0 0 <![endif]--> <!--StartFragment--> 1st October. Early again. Prolonging the process of waking up however desirable isn’t an option. Alarm off at 6pm. The steady drizzle all night now a downpour as I lie in bed and listen to the steady patter of
<!--[if gte mso 9]> Normal 0 0 1 505 2880 24 5 3536 11.1539 <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]> 0 0 0 <![endif]--> <!--StartFragment--> The folder that’s labelled ‘Book’ stares at me unopened on the desktop right next to the HD icon. The reason for my reinstatement of having some time to myself. For someone who enjoys his own company,