Leash

You make a pet out of misery, throw a leash around its neck, and take it on long, lonely walks ever so often…   I? I am an escapist. I look misery straight in the eye, and unleash it into the wild, with the hope that when it pounces back to eat me alive, that…

Steroids

It was one of those nights that I shut my eyes airtight and wished life would just stop here… Not because I was aching or disillusioned, but because that moment seemed jubilant… blissful… enough. In the mediocrity of my life, this was a highlight, and I wanted it to end like this, in this exulted…

Symphony

 I gravitate towards music that sounds like making love to a strange, familiar soul on the creaking floors of a haunted house… dreamy cadenced spectral raspy beaty eerie fumbling wrenching mess.

Disenchantment

The night had just begun and the Fort railway station was thronging with people hauling heavy bags with presents, headed to their hometowns to celebrate Avurudu. There was a kind of excitement in the air, mixed with a longing for the more familiar. We were, of course, headed on a more unfamiliar route. A route…

Banana Skins and Broken Noses

In response to this note written by a friend. Apologies in advance to those who may not be able to access that hyperlink. To  the Janes of this world Ever since my Grade One teacher said “don’t be angry with anyone, it would invariably mean you’re angry with the man up there”, I was veritably afraid…

Candid audience…

14th February, 2009 – Kandy … and so, there are some people of no consequence to us whatsoever, who make a pleasant, lingering impression, without intending to do so. What’s so special about this random ‘everyday’ sort of boy, who got off an outstation bound bus, to reach the mango stall? ; Who in a…

Fool

Liquid, languid particles collide, kiss and kick and charge against each other, forging a surge of kaleidoscopic energy; like the fierce love of a muffled masochist. Electrons explode in excruciation, screaming in bright eyed ecstasy across rumbling freak skies of diffusing clouds trying to touch earth. And I, in my mundane existence, sit stooping beneath…

Narrative of the Blacksmith

 This piece is fan fiction, and was written six years ago as part of an undergraduate project. It takes the voice of the Blacksmith in Toni Morrison’s heart-wrenchingly popular novel ‘A Mercy’. It also holds a mirror against the Blacksmith’s perception of Florens, the young slave girl.  Refer here for a summary of the novel on Goodreads….

Memory

” In my happy world I can let your harshness go unnoticed… I can shut you in a jar and set you apart, until you are reduced to just that; a thing in a jar in the forgotten shelves of memory.”  

How to eat Rambutan

It’s Rambutan season in Sri Lanka! Each kilometer of the pavement is punctuated by heaps of these bright red globes; 15 fruits sold at Rs.100, it is in deed an affordable exotic treat. Let’s argue about the use of the adjective ‘exotic’ to describe Rambutans on a different post. Exotic? Who thinks it’s exotic? Now nevermind…