OPINION|THE BIG BANG OF SMALL KINDNESSES

As the pandemic marches on, this is more true than ever. I have felt impelled to write this piece mostly because we have all now, as a planet, lived through almost 8 months of the Covid-19 blight. All 7 billion lives have, in some measure, been affected, afflicted or completely upended. And the sobering truthContinue reading “OPINION|THE BIG BANG OF SMALL KINDNESSES”

FICTION|A TWILIGHT IN SERENDIB

Some character background to this piece is essential i feel, to give it that bit of relatable relevance. Felicia’s character is based on an old family friend who is as lovely as she is absolutely, delightfully eccentric. Donald Rajapakse is a more sinister inspiration, based on the character of a man whom i know nothingContinue reading “FICTION|A TWILIGHT IN SERENDIB”

FEATURE|My Balcony and Other Animals

Of glimmering balconies, frolicking flora and organized murders This pandemic has changed a lot of elements including the manner of things usually relegated to the realms of the mundane. And that is exactly what has happened in the macrocosm of my balcony. A whole new world within has come alive, as the world without hasContinue reading “FEATURE|My Balcony and Other Animals”

VERSE|Our Little Girl With Rosy Cheeks

Our very own little girl, my niece, is all grown up now! Wrote this poem for her on the eve of her high school graduation. As she heads into another chapter of her life, a beautiful, young girl, we her family given to copious nostalgia as we are, will always remember our little girl withContinue reading “VERSE|Our Little Girl With Rosy Cheeks”

PANDEMIC 2020|Positivum Cogitandi*

I have waxed eloquent as far as Pandemic Diaries go, on the thrills and the gloom of being “benignly incarcerated”. This piece will dive into the nuts and bolts of the experience as I try and capture a typical curfew-bound day in the muculant environs of the Colombo lockdown. It all starts at around 9.30amContinue reading “PANDEMIC 2020|Positivum Cogitandi*”

FICTION|The Fatigue

I was so tired. I arrived at my grandmother’s house, Z___abad, at a little past 3pm. It was a cool mid-March evening and the slight chill in the air felt soothing. I made my way up the broad walkway towards the main house. The familiar spring foliage in the inner garden was in full, salutaryContinue reading “FICTION|The Fatigue”

PANDEMIC 2020|Home sweet Hom(age)

Of Garlic presses, Firestarters and the BBC Starting with a cliche isn’t usually one of my proudest writing moments, but i’m employing the poetic/ prose license bestowed on all of us by these downright bizarre times. While it would seem almost counter-intuitive to wax eloquent on any kind of ‘home-boundedness’ at this juncture in ourContinue reading “PANDEMIC 2020|Home sweet Hom(age)”