Gayani Jayathilake
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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…
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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…
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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:…
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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…
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When August Comes is out!
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 all happenings happened anew.…
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Saw myself, through me. I was never there to begin with.
The other day something funny happened. We met. After months. Who, does not matter here. What occured is the story here. Don’t get lost now. Months of meditation had changed me into a being unknown by them or the old me. Hours of meditation had taught me and sunk in as a constant that there…
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Puzzled monsoon puddles
November had learnt a new language and bickered alot, I noticed. It squabbled alot in it’s northeast monsoonal rainy days this year, I realised. Where sporadic bolts of lightning as though recharged sparked in renewed charge against the blackness out the window for anyone who looked. From a raging storm’s point of view, farmer Dasa’s…
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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…
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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…
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