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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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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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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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"You are a storyteller, so tell me a story."

"I will."

She looked across the table at the big man. His grey hair. His brown eyes. She watched him get older as time passed and wondered if he had...

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Making Tea at Home
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As the co-teacher for the Between the Lines: Silk Routes Program held during the summer of 2016, I had the chance of meeting creative and talented youth from seven different countries. The essence of the Silk Routes...

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The Land of Tea
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When home becomes the scattered limbs of your mother’s body, the screams of your sister as savages rip her apart and missiles raining fire on the streets, you will run. Feet slapping against rubble, glass, sand and...

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In 1325 at the age of 22, Ibn Battuta, the great Moroccan traveler, left his home in Tangier for pilgrimage.He covered 117,000 km and travelled as far as China, even making his way to Sri Lanka in 1344. While in Sri...
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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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ColpettyJunction 1970s & 2014
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Sunil died in the bomb blast. He was my fruiterer. Which bomb blast you ask? Does it matter? He had gone for the election rally at the town hall. The bomb went off. Sunil died. That's all. When I got home two days...

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