I vividly recall a moment from my childhood, around the age of seven or eight, when I fell ill with a fever. My mother, ever diligent in our care, took…
It was my father's sacred tradition to visit Kataragama annually with our entire family. Even after his passing, I continued this pilgrimage whenever possible, driven by a deep, personal reason…
The decline of Sri Lanka’s indigenous knowledge systems, particularly in the realm of animal and plant classification, is a critical yet often overlooked consequence of colonial influence. By the time…
As a child, my summer holidays were scattered across three distinct places: Tangalle, Kataragama, and Makola. Each of these places held a different world of memories, shaping my understanding of…
If something can be created, then it is, by its nature, an illusion. A magician, too, presents the hidden as if he has brought it into existence. Buddha stands as…