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…

Life, Love, Prose, sad

Iridescent

I met you at the museum. Funny really, because to me you belong here. Up there with the masterpieces. Among the statues which look beautiful in the daylight and terrifying in its absence, among the sensational oils and ethereal figurines, and among the exquisite inscriptions…