Prose

Nostalgia

We all ran the corridors together to make sure we were always ahead of the headmaster. If one did get caught, we all took the blame being ready to be held accountable for every one’s mistakes. This unity is something I was willing to give…

Prose

A Small Sri Lankan World

My mum says the EasyJet cashier was my father’s brother’s friend’s housemate for two years when they first came to England, back when Appa* thickened the chicken curry up with cornflakes. She says he played UNO with me growing up, used to work in Dunkin…

Poetry

A friend for life.

Sometimes I look at you, Not taking off that gaze, Upon you I place my sight.   Just to think, How fortunate and blessed I am, To have a friend like you. To have someone to care about.   We could hangout, All day long…