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 Colombo. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Colombo. Show all posts
09 March 2023

Colombo, Colombo, Colombo and so forth...

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Back when we should have been dating or did date but didn’t know what it was called, all that mattered was to breathe the same air. Where ...
31 August 2011

Ocean transcripts speak to me...

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Over twenty years ago, one night in August, my friend Mahendra ‘Patta’ Silva and I took a walk by the sea.   I think it was from Bambalapiti...
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