ABOUT ME
Gayani Jayathilake is a writer by dawn, narrator by day, reader by dusk, and editor by night.
LATEST POSTS
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Mind meanderings inside meditation
[Content warning: This is a meditation story where the mind goes badly off track.] [Positive affirmation: There is a comfortable comeback to where it began. So nothing to worry.] I apologize to all my meditation teachers for posting this where I am seen totally missing the point of lessons learnt probably on day one itself.… Read more
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Short story: The Great Jackfruit Tree
Have you ever formed a deep bond with a tree that stood there for decades overlooking the lives of all, one that made you share identity with a community that without that one tree meant feeling like losing a silent companion? Like having the rug pulled out from under you, like having your foundation crumble… Read more
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Lost in my own new world
My very first book signing went a little like this. Thanks to the wonderful One Galle Face mall Sarasavi bookstore my very first book signing event was held on Monday the 15th of Dec. Being a lifelong introvert it felt nerveracking as I got started. I have always known how I hate crowds and it… Read more
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Keep your nails to yourselves please
In our garden lives a miraculous tree. A very old pear tree. When we first came here the tree was sick. It had a moan about it and sent all it’s leaves into a fit of rust coloured splotches. The branches drooped down to touch the ground as though too tired to lift up. It… Read more
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The story behind the book
My debut novel “When August Comes” was featured in the Sunday Observer MUSE magazine. If you did not get a chance to read the newspaper article, you can read the whole interview by clicking the link below. Interviewed and written by: Gayanga Dissanayaka Author photography by: Hiranya Malwatte ‘When August Comes’ Featured in Sunday Observer:… Read more
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When August Comes
Order your copy now “It was a dear month with early sunrises and never-ending hours of daylight. It was when green seedlings grew taller to call themselves adults. When tree branches bent low burdened with fruit. When the sun beamed down on every creature to see if they were getting enough vitamin. A time when… Read more
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Gayani Jayathilake 