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The true sense of love…

Love is a divine sentiment that ties people together in some kind of a passionate bond. And it is a heart-to-heart conversation and connection that exists among people. The affection, care, fondness, and tenderness combined together can be defined as love. It’s a feeling of strong attachment that almost every creature yearns to have at least once in their lifetime. And this love is even powerful enough to decide a person’s progress or downfall. Hence, love is as sweet, precious, and vibrant as spring violets, and it can even be as bitter as a deathly hemlock. The love is sweet or bitter, as per the circumstances. People go through and experience different phases of love throughout their lifetime. Everyone learns…

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To My Grandma With Alzheimer’s

Sipping morning coffee; every day holds the same;Age-old wrinkled eyes pour ceaselessly over the ‘Mirror’;Repeating insignificant words, and phrases;Chanting them like a mantra,Hoping it will stir some fragment of understanding; some clarity.Grasping at straws, struggling to make sense of her world. They were once bright,Beheld her surroundings in all their vivid coloursNow dimmed, fading awayGradually turning faces out of focus, blurring them outLike a camera losing its touch. Her hearing is just as badImagines music in the haunting quietWhispers to the walls, and watches over cold corpses on the bare floor.Some nights, the whispers turn to screamsPanic sets in and pierce the dark with its shrill sharp resonanceUnable to distinguish dreams from reality. Her memory follows her eyesAnd all that’s…

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A Bond that Never Makes you Tired

Love! How would you define this four-letter word? For me, it is the very foundation of our breath, the existence of our lives, and the beauty of our journey. From birth to the point we live our lives, every moment and phase is connected with the concept of love, and I believe that it is the most beautiful human emotion that anyone could get. The very existence of human interactions is created by this, and if you know the actual consequences of love, you’ll surely turn into a beautiful person, as love is such a powerful feeling. When considering the many personas of love, you'll get a handful of them, as it takes all forms, from parental love to being…

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වෙනස් නොවෙනස් ආදරය

මා දැක නැත ආදරය කියා කිසිවක් දැනුණු ලැබුණු ලැබදුන් හැටියට එය මෙසේ යැයි සිතනෙමි විශ්වාස කරන්න... ඔබ දන්නා ආදරය නොවුවත් මා උගත් ඒ සොච්චමත් ආලය මැ වෙයි සිනහවට කඳුලට ඉපැදුමට මළගමට අප හැමට මං තනන්නා වූ මහා බලගතු ආල මන්ත්‍රය... මුළු හෝඩියත් මදියි ආලෙ ගැන සිතුවම් කරන්නට එයින් නවතිමි මෙතැන් සිට… අමතක නොකර දුටුවොතින් ආල වැඩෙන යමක් තිබෙනු අහුමුල්ලක නො පමාව හදවත බෙදා දෙනුමැන කාට කාටත් පහසු විදියට ආදරය නම් ඒ මැයි... ~Rtr. Hiruni Aththanayake

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කඳුළු සහ මතක

නෙත් අගින් ගිලිහිලා පිටු අතර සැඟවිලාමතක සැමරුම් පොතේපද වැලක් බොඳ කළා සිතුනේ ද එය සෝ කඳුළකැයි කියානැත, නමුත් සිත් තුටු ව ගිය දවස් සිහි‌‌වුණාපිටු අතර ගැවසෙද්දි හමුවේවි දැයි සිතාකඳුළු අතරින් තව ටිකක් එබිකම් කළා ⁣පිටෙන් පිට පිටෙන් පිට එහි තිබූ කවි කතාටිකෙන් ටික ටිකෙන් ටික තනිකමක් ළං කළාමැකී ගිය සෙනෙහෙකම් අද නොමැති බව කියාකඳුළ වියලී මතක පද අතුරුදන් වුණා - Rtr. භාග්‍යා නාරන්පනාව

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Façades

"So, Duamma, do you have a boy now?" The question that I had been dreading came up during dinner. Right after Thaththi asked the question, Ammi and Malli, too, expectantly looked up at me. Suddenly, the savoury pasta lost its taste and tasted bland in my mouth. I put down my spoon, took a sip of water and forced a smile as I denied having a "boy". Maybe they tried to hide it, or maybe they intended for me to see it. However, I saw a clear relief in my Thaththi’s eyes and a visible disappointment in Ammi’s. Malli, being who he was, made a disgusted face at me. As I picked up the spoon to eat again, my entire…

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දෑස් අද්දර

"අහේතුක ප්‍රේමයක කතා ලියවෙන්නේ ම ඇස් කොනක් අද්දරක කාට කාටත් හොරැහින්" සියුම් සර තත් පිරිමදින හඬමගේ දෙසවන් සනසවයිමන්ද්‍ර ස්වරයක් නොවේ නුඹෙ හඬළයේ සුසුමක් උපදවයිහිම පියලි සීතලක් ඇවිදින්සිත කොනක ගිනි අවුළුවයිදෑස් අද්දර තවත් දෑසක්මැකී නොමැකී හිනාවෙයි දුර ඈත සිටියාටකවියක්ය නුඹ මිහිරිනින්නාද වන්නේමඑහි පදයහදවතේ සිර මැදිරිනුඹ ලියන කවි පදකඅග්ගිස්සෙ හරි ඉතිරිනවතින්න අවසර දනවත්වා කියවිල්ලමේ හිතැති වදනකට නොපෙරළුණඒ මිහිරි පෙම් කවේරසභාව සැඟවිලාගියාවේ සයිබරේහිමි වෙන්න උරුමයක්තිබේ නම් දෛවයේඑය නුඹම කියාවිදෑස ළඟ හෙට දිනේ Rtr. කවීෂා හංසි

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Month in Review: July

Month is Review is back! But this time, with a new board to commence the Rotaract Year 2023 – 2024. While we were busy getting accustomed to our new roles and trying our best to fulfil our responsibilities, we did also conduct some exciting projects! The month started with avenue meetings where our members were introduced to the board, and we were able to share our plans for the year to come. We also proudly launched our logo and motto “Come for the Fellowship, Stay for the Impact” and successfully conducted our transition meeting which was attended by many dignitaries! Moving on, join us as we relay to you all we got up to within the month! *** Professional Development…

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Bruises

My parents say I was a pretty babyPeople had turned back and staredPraised them for making;A beautiful baby girl Soon School turned the praise to tauntsAnd Home turned the taunts to cracksI get the smell of zinca familiar metallic taste The blood dries on a crumpled tissueI drop the blade I used.I carry abandoned cities in my ribsAbused borders on my thighs I look at myself in the mirrorI’ve turned my face into a riotMy hands are a civil warIn between my knuckles are small coloniesAs rich in culture that castes me out I hold myself at night as I rock myself to sleepTelling myself no man will love me.After all, what man wants to lie in bed and watch…

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Sibling Bond

The Codex in my handOpened yet untouchedWhat a Knight I amSlacking off…But Sister knows better-"A-ya why don't you call it a day?"Sat down at the tavern,Waiting for the usual,"Boss, one fine Dandelion wine!"Ignoring me as usual…"Do Knights have time to come and idle here?"Oh Brother, cold as ever,Does this agonising heart not deserve a little flatter?Thousand words uttered for the worst or the better,But two kept hidden inside this empty vessel.Alas! the fiery rage has blinded you forever.Don't you see that,I'm a man,But a boy with a stutter. - Rtr. Chamodi Peduruarachchi

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