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
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
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.
And coming to you live from Colombo it's dD! One of those rare occurrences in life where everything kind of comes together and your actually happy. You think to yourself, hey this is cool, I don't make depressing posts on social media anymore. Not like the ones I made in England. Not even close. So I forgave for my freedom, but however costly emotionally, however lonely I maybe in the motherland.
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
Lord Shiva one of the head gods once left his wife Parvati at home to go hunt some demons. Parvati worried for her safety created a son from a piece off her neck to act as sentinel and protect her until Lord Shiva came back. When Lord Shiva arrived the young boy not knowing who it was challenged Lord Shiva. In a rage, Lord Shiva cut off the head of the boy, threw it high into the