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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 Sidath Dharmaratne. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sidath Dharmaratne. Show all posts
11 January 2026

Sama Dharmaratne’s loves

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  I knew Sama Dharmaratne, who was also known as Sama De Silva, first as the mother of a trio of young Nalandian chess players. She was al...
28 December 2014

It rained upstream one morning…

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Pic courtesy www.alltravels.com A student of the Arts Faculty, University of Peradeniya who was also a member of the Student Council ...
19 December 2014

Some games don’t get thrown, Sidath taught me

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In June 1981 I threw a game.  That’s in chess.  This was long before match-fixing and spot-fixing entered sports vocabulary. In chess circl...
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27 December 2013

It rained upstream this morning…*

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[Remembering my dear friend Sidath Dharmaratne]   A student of the Arts Faculty, University of Peradeniya who was also a member of the St...
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