Category: Personal
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Happy Birthday, Mother
Happy Birthday, Ammi. Thank you for Pedro Almodovar. Thank you for T.S Elliot and Virginia Woolf and Germaine Greer. Thank you for that time you woke us up at 2 AM in order to watch the sun rise over Konark, in Orissa. Thank you for always believing that life is worth living, that it is…
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In India
No one asks you ‘Are you Tamil?’ when you wear a pottu It doesn’t bother people – make them uncomfortable It’s very commonplace to wear flowers in your hair – all sorts: Jasmine, Frangipani, Gardenia It’s not bad-ass for women to have piercings on their noses or men to have piercings on their ears (even…
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On How to Cut a Mango
So, now, I roam my abode alone at night, And in the mornings I am still alone I pick up the knife to cut myself a Mango and realise that I’ve never done this before Is that right? I ask myself careful not to lie and careful not to insult Yes – gosh More or…
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small-poem
Life moves very quickly here the days happen faster than I had imagined they would I’m already in a new home – a new bed with an internet connection, at that I watched The Dark Knight Rises on the very night of its International Premier And finally felt like I now live in a big,…
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Faceless in a New City
Now the disorientation sets in – where am I? – who am I? – I ask, waking suddenly in the middle of the night, in a bed that has not yet entirely begun to feel like my own. Ha, you don’t know it yet, you don’t know who I am – that I am loved…
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Mangosteens in Bangalore
Yes, it’s a terrible cliche that we tropical folk love our exotic fruit. I found Mangosteens in Bangalore. Phew.
Subha M Wijesiriwardena 