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 Yala. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Yala. Show all posts
27 December 2014

Yala is a call for meditation

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Yala is about wildlife.  That’s the story.  It is not incorrect.  I first went to Yala in 1971.  Family trip. I remember seeing peacock a...
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23 July 2011

Notes of a boat ride on a vessel of many names

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O ne of my earliest memories is of boats in Tangalle . I can’t remember what the vantage point was. I think this was in 1971, on a family tr...
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