Monthly Archives: February 2007
While doing the daily roundups for Global Voices today, I chanced upon this lovely post at the The Lolly DJ on a grandfather who landed in Sri Lanka 65 years ago. The piece is so well-written and goes well with … Continue reading
She used to be the fastest reader as a child. Pages would collapse into the mind. Every book gulped. Sometimes not even chewed enough. In the tradition of multi-tasking, she would listen to music. Each day, discovering a new band. … Continue reading
You look at her and you think she may be nice. But then she opens her mouth. She’s loud. You cringe. You think maybe her loudness is mostly to do with her discomfort. Perhaps she’s like you. Uncomfortable with more … Continue reading
Her mother thinks she’s the prettiest seven year old in the whole world. Actually, in the whole universe. The name of the child is lost to the wind, remembered only when being introduced to strangers. Kannamma she is, and so … Continue reading
She clicks on “Compose Mail” and stares at the white spaces. Instead of filling them, she fills her own eyes with wetness. This strange shyness. She had never been shy when it came to flirting, professing love, writing dirty emails, … Continue reading
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