Life
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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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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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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…
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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…
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Homegrown colour
Picture this. On a warm summer day, there I sat in my mini version of a tiny jungle. All my energy had been wreaked off me for the past couple months, because of the novel project I have wrapped and parceled myself in. Sadly this is why my blog gets less care these days. But…
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Colourful self hypnosis for the beautiful mind
I paint. I paint my dreams. I paint the way I see the world. I paint the way I want to see the world. Most mornings I wake up wanting to paint a perfect world. But I always manage to paint a teeny weeny part of it. Actually a minuscule part of “teeny weeny”…
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Once upon a time in a magical realm…
I woke up to a beautiful sunny morning with the constant loud chirping of birds ringing in my ear. I made myself a cup of hot camomile flavoured tea. The taste was terrible and I never drank things like this, but this morning I felt like I wanted a caffeine free drink to wake me…
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I admit; I enjoy it.
Ok! Ok! I admit it. I do enjoy being me. I feel catastrophically guilty and ashamed for saying that. Because when those who know me hear this they might wonder why me of all people would feel that way. My friends know most of the crap I went through in life. They know the mishaps…
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Life…
Making things work is tough. Doing things that are achieving in life can be hard sometimes. Be it life aims, future goals, achievements… whatever you want to call it, it’s hard. Life is tough. Life is hard. Life is not simple. Life treats us badly. Life is always looking you in the eye and trying…
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Join me to be somebody
I’m nobody. Who are you? Are you nobody too? Together we can form a union of “nobody’s!” So, someday at least one of us can be a “somebody”. Inspired by : Emily Dickinson’s poem
Gayani Jayathilake 