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Colombo, Sri Lanka

Colombo, Sri Lanka

« Wherever I go, I always return. I sometimes don’t want to ever leave. Place is a feeling for me. It is hot air, ferocious rains, and wild beauty. »  —Ameena Hussein, Return

Don Justin Haputantri’s Day

Don Justin works on a small coconut land on the North-West Coast of Sri Lanka. His home town is in a very different area of the island – the South. Unlike here, where it is semi-...

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The Maldivian culture, language and literary traditions are a few things one simply does not get uninterested in too easily. One of our most loved literary traditions is “raivaru”, this is a form of reciting poetry...

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The Land of Tea
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It hurt watching him hurt. I would see him from time to time around school, leaning against the wall trying to socialize when by the looks of it all he wanted to do was be alone. I think what got me hooked was the...

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In the year 500 AD the great sage Adishanya had a series of visions that he inscribed on fifty ola leaves. In the late forties an archaeology student discovered...

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I grew up in a house which had books in every room. We read everything we could lay our hands on. From well thumbed, back copies of my uncle’s Readers Digests to my father’s leather bound tomes of Anna Karenina, and...

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I grew up in a house which had books in every room. We read everything we could lay our hands on. From well thumbed, back copies of my uncle’s Readers Digests to my father’s leather bound tomes of Anna Karenina, and...

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Laying on this uncomfortable couch which daddy drove all night to find,

Made me realize,

I am living and breathing in a shantytown

And this sincerely made me want to drown,

As never once...

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When I was 7, I saw hell

possess the skin of my father.

There was a madman's fury

Simmering in him, his eyes orbs of darkness

and dementia.

I expected flames to erupt into

...

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Cinnamon Gardens Then & Now
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Enchantment

The speaker has a crow's nest on her head. It is really her hair heaped on top of her head; tendrils escape into jagged wisps that stand around her face and droop artfully onto her forehead. It is...

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When I was a child and travelled around the island with my parents, I would see a sign board dotted along the roads with the slogan: Anytime is Tea time put up by the Ceylon Tourist Board. Invariably every...

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