The Hill Next Door

We’ve seen it thousands of times, I’m sure I’m not exaggerating. It glistened in pastoral hues of green. It looked peaceful. It reminded us of the misty hills in the central highlands of Sri Lanka, such as Bandarawela and Nuwara Eliya. This is equally pretty, but...

A Master Storyteller

Metropolitan Melbourne is back in lockdown. We’re used to it, so is some parts of the known world. This is nothing new. Covid is called the leveller, by some and for a very good reason. For me, the pandemic has been mixed as anything, bittersweet. But worst of all was...

I Write

Writing is a fire, a force, an annoying and persistent little voice in the head. I have felt it throbbing in my veins, in my mind, my heart, ever since I could remember, ever since my father introduced me to its joys as a child. But I chose to do nothing about it, for...