Malinda Words

Words didn’t fall from the sky. They were coined. They contain histories. They are the landmark products of thought processes, the rest-signs of journeys. They move on, long after we die. They were something else centuries ago and they will be something else centuries from now as human being twist, turn, defined and redefine as appropriate to moment, place, culture and prerogative(s) at hand.

Showing posts with label Aluth Avurudda. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Aluth Avurudda. Show all posts
06 October 2025

The abandoning of Colombo

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  I live between Piliyandala and Kottawa. Since my daughters attended a Colombo school and since I worked in Colombo in the rare occasions...
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11 April 2020

Avurudu in the time of Covid-19

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 It is a harvest festival, agreed. Source, however, is not the only giver of meaning. ‘Avurudu’ or rather the ‘Aluth Avurudda’ has acqu...
11 April 2012

Reflections on the preeminent national embrace

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Years ago and long before I realized that one had to become a parent in order to begin to understand one’s own parents, a conversation took ...
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