Nature
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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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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…
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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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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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Trip to land of leeches–Ilukkumbura, Sri Lanka
So this is one article I dreaded to post. Not because this village was invaded by leeches. But because it is such a beautiful village unknown to many, hidden away amidst the forest and most importantly untouched, that I dread taking part in disposing beautiful untouched scenic villages like this to human polluters. Yes. I…
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Surprise Surprise!
I daintily scrolled down to the garden humming a sing-song when……. wait…. Scratch that. That’s not me! Let me begin again….. The beginning: As I was escapin´into the wilderness through the lilly fields spreading peace to all…. Hell, we don’t even have a lily field! Besides, that doesn’t sound like me either, even if we had…
Gayani Jayathilake 