Shyala has blue fingers.

It is getting increasingly hard to write these days. Age is catching on.

Shyala has blue fingers. It has of course, long been known she is a witch. Trevor has left, and the mood was quite sullen. Nevertheless, in the interests of history, and everyone who lived in the wonderful, now forgotten city of Dehiwala, the story must go on.

In those days, there wasn't a huge highway in Dehiwala. There were only flickery bottle lamps in little boutiques in the night, a mom taking her son to buy sausages, fishermen who would age gracefully having got past cirhossis, the Premadasa regime, yellow threewheelers, voltron, perfect stangers, foreign food worship, and even one day, Kopi Kade.

Those times truly were times of fun, and colour weren't they Ashan? They most definitely were. Remember what a treat it was, when amma got paid, and she used to buy Chinese from Alcatraz? truly the joys of the poor are deceitful. That rice packet very often competed with my affection for my mother. Now of course, God comes and says not to have idols. But, as you might read in my earlier posts, he is worth it.


Fast forwarding what, 18 odd years, wow, i live maybe just two kilometres away from that house in dehiwala, but so muhc has changed. I have changed. And I am changing everyday. i never, ever thought I'd be in advertising. But i am. And who Knows what i'll do tomorrow. Will i be in Sri Lanka for long? Will I be alive? I don't know these things, and i actually think of these things less than i should. A car would be nice though, soon, God, we chatted about this yesterday, when praveen was giving me a lift.

But it's been a great ride so far. And all in all, I have much to thank God for.