A virtual route of creative and cultural exchange
Places
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
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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 ... media_text
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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... media_text
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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-... media_text
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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... media_text
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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... media_text
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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... media_text
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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... media_text
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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... media_text
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