ABOUT ME

Gayani Jayathilake is a writer by dawn, narrator by day, reader by dusk, and editor by night.

LATEST POSTS

  • Hope in a spring blossom

    Hope in a spring blossom

    Winter blues and foggy greys had painted a layer so thick that I could not paint over or through it. I had used every brush and stencil to cut through. To no awail, as my eyelids drooped more and more each day. Then one day came a wrap, wrap, knock. Not on my door, but… Read more

  • Balcony Demon

    Balcony Demon

    The time chimed eleven. Through the glass window Kala could see the jollity of brassica growing in harmony in one pot. Nasturtiums smiled in many shades of the summer sunset. The blooming oregano stalks entwined into wreaths around each other. Bouts of thyme grew everywhere but inside the pot. Flowering basil sore to heights not… Read more

  • Over the mountains

    Over the mountains

    The sun shone bright over the high risen limestone this morn. The mountains leisurely disrobed foggy petticoats and frills of clouding to display brilliant hemlines of pine to a bypassing hiker. Storytellers and word mongers were already out and about to write nonsense about them. Some turned crude royal families in to stone and lodged… Read more

  • Sri Lanka, where the gracious hearted are

    Sri Lanka, where the gracious hearted are

    There is a story apart from the greenery, wildlife, culture, blue beaches, history, resources and skills that comes to mind when I think about Sri Lanka. The immense hospitality. Fruit one household picked was never eaten alone. It was shared with neighbours. Cooked or uncooked. Step into a house, known or unknown, you will get… Read more

  • Sharing space with nature

    Sharing space with nature

    Out the window , through the skies scarred by months of gloom peaked the sun. A tinge of its rays had managed to squeeze in through the cloud demons to take a peek on us that day. The snow had melted from the rooftops. The magpies on the roof did their tail lifting dance against… Read more

  • When nothing works out, grab that tiny speck of solace.

    When nothing works out, grab that tiny speck of solace.

    “The music is not in the notes, but in the silence in between.” Wolfgang Mozart When everything falls apart, when your beloved world around you feels like it is collapsing and there is absolutely nothing you can do about it, what can you really do? I do not mean mild simple day to day problems… Read more

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