On a Street Art Trail in Colombo. I secretly revel in the bustle that working divergent jobs bring. One line of work brings in a hint of order and solidity. Tracy, with graffiti outside her shop.

I have lived on both sides of majoritarianism. Later, spent a chunk of my life as a visible minority. Both experiences created very personal realisations about majoritarianism and the mindset it creates.

They called him the mad poet. But I knew him before his eyes changed and that permanent sheen of sweat covered his face. A hopeless romantic with his head wrapped in a cloud of words, there were times I truly believed he was made of words. They flew out of him as he moved and left a silver trail of words everywhere he went. This man was all heart, all soul.

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Traveling in buses is a tiresome experience most of us endure every day. Crowded conditions, molesters, bus conductors who never bother to return your Rs. 1 or 2 but throw you out if you are 50 cents short of the required bus fare. But by some unfailing l.

Memories and adventures of a Sri Lankan born vegan. Memories of my life and my subsequent journey as a vegan. I have returned to the world of blogging after an absence of over 2years as a Vegan. So many things to write about. Changed the name of my blog. These childhood memories were the beg.

Saturday, April 6, 2013. And more sun! An eventful March rolled on. The Big Match season, meeting your long lost friends from school, final month at work and moved to a new home. Some would say it was a very emotional month ha! Awurudu came a bit early for me. The only difference however is they come with their girlfriends and me . well I never had one. It is a good thing right, Right! When the match stops, we start the party. Of your life, even after the exams.

Busy with feminist-ey things all the time.