The Wedding Day: an imagined portrait of an unusual occasion.

Originally published on Groundviews. Image by Indi He was a filmstar, they said. But she had never much cared for films. She had heard of schoolgirls hoarding dog-eared posters; giggling over provocative poses; singing the songs the stars sang; dancing the dances the stars danced; wishing for the same clothes and hair styles. She had…

Living with the Other

Originally published on Groundviews. Imaginary friend, by *V3Nr3VeNG3 I often have to remind myself that I live with a Tamil. My housemate, Vanessa is a Tamil, married to a Sinhalese and I have been living with her and her husband for almost a year and working with her for over two. She is also one…

A day in Vavuniya

Originally published on Perambara. The heat in Vavuniya is incredible – oppressive and dry, as if it is trying to sap every last ounce of moisture from you and evaporate it into thin air. As I clambered out of my blissfully air conditioned van and into Vavuniya’s searing heat a few days ago, I felt…

A message from a first-time voter

Originally published on Groundviews. Two choices, by schelly In 2005, I didn’t vote. Being 21, I was eligible to vote, but I didn’t – and if you asked me why, I would ashamedly admit I simply didn’t care. I was in University abroad, my mind preoccupied with the Arts, my arms wrapped around my glossy…

Understanding Horror

Guernica, Pablo Picasso I’ve tried to understand this war, and failed. It’s made me feel rather stupid – this inability to wrap my head around 30 years of horror, why it all started and who is to blame. Everyone seems to talk about it with such ease – like it’s the simplest thing to understand….

The Choice

She just wanted to stop moving. They had been moving for so long. She rubbed her eyes tiredly, still sleepy after being grabbed from her bed and told to run without any warning. They hadn’t stopped moving since. That was hours ago – she knows this because while she started off stumbling in pitch darkness,…

Tomorrow When the War Began

May 18, 2009 I was watching ‘My Fair Lady’ when the war ended. My phone disturbed the enjoyment of the old classic – one I’d grown up watching since the age of at least 5 – with its constant buzzing in of alerts. Updates. Breaking News. All saying the same thing. Someone’s been killed. The…