: An extract from a burnt letter. The thought that you are alone, even without a mother, an innocent boy struggling to stand up on his own with a BIG Zero in life killed me every time. I don't know how to explain the feelings I had all the time. He was with me in every step I took. He took me all around the city and got out the coward inside my alone, guilty self. I lived every single moment with him, getting burned inside. We were looking at the purple skies that create art all over the sky and how the mood stealthily enters to the sky in that twilight, which is the time you should never be…
Category: Short Stories
Blame!? Him, Her or Him?
: An extract from a burnt letter. ....ause I was scared, I might fell in love with you again. Please do not do refuse to see me. We should see each other one last time! At least come this time, of all times we missed! I missed. I never meant to let go of the love we shared for two years. I don't know whether to blame you or to me or to him, who was unaware of the things happened around me, even though he was with me all the time. This all started from the second semester that year and I... I was alone without the family, without you in a mischievous boarding house where no one cares…
The Peanut Man on the Bus
The bell rang and the bus hit the brakes. The peanut man got on the bus and started chanting his ritual, "Peanuts! Peanuts! Baked peanuts! 100 rupees per bag! Only 100 rupees!". Some old ladies delightfully bought them. I nonchalantly looked away and closed my eyes. They flew open as I heard Thaththa’s voice call out, "One bag please.". I jolted up from my relaxed position and stared at him. Thankfully he didn’t notice. As I looked on, he opened the bag of peanuts and started cracking them and munching on them ever so gleefully. As if he has done this all his life. As if he always bought peanuts from the peanut man on the bus. As if he…
“Best Friends”
She sat on an armchair next to the window, a paper on her lap, a pen dangling loosely from her finger tips, staring outside with empty eyes.
පද වැලක නුවණැස
“පුංචි බලු රාළේ - මා ගෙදර නැති වේලේ කවුද මගෙ බෝලේ - පෙරළ පෙරළා හිටියෙ මිදුලේ”