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My Son

“Each death is as unique as each life.”
― Nicholas Wolterstorff, Lament for a Son

Chaos from Order

Let there be light. Yes, order from chaos. We all know this phrase and use it, sometimes meaninglessly. I know I have. Organising your book shelf, arranging the study, the list is inexhaustible. But chaos from order. Ever thought about that? Now that's a discovery,...

The Race to the Grave

“A life fueled by passions is like riding on the back of a dragon.”
― Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem

The Dream Snatchers

“If you do not work for your dream or purpose, someone else will hire you to fulfill his/hers”
― Sunday Adelaja

Who Am I?

Logos – Divine Reason and Order in the universe (Ancient Greek Philosophy)

How I escaped a Narcissist

‘Woe unto you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! for ye are like unto whited sepulchres, which indeed appear beautiful outward, but are within full of dead men’s bones, and of all uncleanness. Even so ye also outwardly appear righteous unto men, but within ye are full of hypocrisy and iniquity’ Bible Verse (New Testament)

Sharing the Love

Dear Readers, If you have stumbled on to my blogs (fiction and non-fiction) or books and found strange cause to linger more, please feel free to share them with all your friends, family and other networks and also feel free to give mention of author and/or blog...

A very long memory

I can feel the goose bumps crawl over my skin like a horde of pins jabbing away at me at the same time. This is real and it feels delicious. I am finally doing it, after almost three decades. Long overdue. The little box shaped boutique book shop looks the same, next...

The Calling

                                                    To whom much is given, much will be required (Luke 12:48) – The Bible The meaning is self-evident, and if we push it slightly further it also signifies a stimulus for a career choice or vocation. A higher calling....

The Call of the Cicadas

It used to be music to my ear and soul. It still is, but now it hurts me with sorrow. With long lost memories and people. It’s an elegy for the dead. The silence is too much, the wind equally so. It engulfs me with a loneliness that is damning. I sit on the on the...

The ‘Beast’ goes digital

The Beast It's been a while. It was time to release the 'Beast' in to digital. Some people get warm and fuzzy with a paperback or hardback in their hand, under their pillow or...or on their library shelf. Watching it gather dust and growing old with them.  Yet an ever...

The Jab or Not the Jab

This is the question. Here we go again. As if there aren’t enough sociological divisions in the world, here is the latest. As with all sociological debates there isn’t an end in sight or more alarmingly a winning camp. I thought there was. But the more people I talk...

The Dumb May Speak

I thought long and hard before committing it to cyber space. This is not a new year resolution (2022), not by a long shot. But I felt it was a case of absent logic that should be addressed in some small way at least. “A sick animal!” “A sick dog!” I have lost count of...

The Finisher

This is a super hero. May not be as fast as Flash, but definitely one of them. My father always wanted me to be one of these among a host of other roles. He was, he is, a super hero. Unfortunately, I’m still a work-in-progress. Simply put, finish the job, finish what...

A Dirty War

It truly is. I’ve been gunned down, stabbed and ambushed on countless occasions; over the past twenty-three years. I was wounded badly, always shot emotionally. But I never shed a drop of blood.  It’s a crazy war, and as with all wars, totally unnecessary. It stinks...

Did We Survive a Pandemic?

Looks that way. Perhaps we did, perhaps not. Yes, we lived to tell the tale, some of us; but the images of bodies rotting on streets, people falling to the ground without warning, smoke from countless funeral pyres painting blue skies with shades of grey. Part of us...

Retire Now?

How many people have enjoyed this dream and how many times before actual retirement? Too many. That’s a safe assumption. I have and still do. What does retirement mean? I guess, hunched backs, slow gaits, silvery or no hair and at least more than four decades of toil...

My Fictional Hero

Sean Connery and Harrison Ford had not entered my fantasies as 007, Indiana Jones or Han Solo, yet. The idiot box was already a permanent fixture in our living room, but did not get the attention it never deserved, from me. I was an avid reader, and the TV was no...

The Mask

It’s a fashion, fad. Some love it, some hate it. What is it about this flimsy contraption, that has made it so popular…and unpopular? I only used to see it with any regularity when I visited hospitals or medical centres, for myself or to see others. I didn’t like it,...

The Escapist

I am an ‘escapist’. It’s healthy. It is living. I’ll start with my verdict; of course, just my own. See if I can convince anyone else reading this. I stumbled upon the experience, sensation, feeling, almost a lifetime before I discovered the term. I mean the full...

What do I really like to do in life?

“Choose a job you love, and you will never have to work another day in your life”                                                               Confucius Some say the above words were not uttered by the sage from ancient China, some say he did say it, but meant them...

The Tree House

Back to nostalgia, back to memories. ‘Sooriya Mara’: the Sinhala (Sri Lankan) name for it. ‘Albizia lebbeck’ is one of its scientific names as per Dr. Google. It doesn’t really matter. It’s the story that unfolded among its affectionate branches, that matters. It’s a...

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...