Interview

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The Little Artist's Charcoal

http://www.nation.lk/epaper/sunday/2014/03/02/files/mobile/index.html#18

I remembered when they talked of hell and damnation at Sunday school.  I think that if eternity is forever and ever, which is like one trillion to the zillionth power, and then some, that this life won't make a difference one way or the other in determining my fate...

Epiphany in a Forest and a Fast Car

http://www.nation.lk/epaper/sunday/2013/09/29/files/mobile/index.html#26

With each step, she feels herself shrinking into the little girl of days long gone under the eye of a hypercritical mother and authoritarian father...

The Lively Relationships of a Homeless Man

http://www.nation.lk/epaper/sunday/2013/03/03/files/assets/basic-html/page41.html

You are now in their world. They see you. You see the South Asian restaurant you’ve had your sights on, but you wait.  It’s lunch hour and they are all there, talking, laughing and eating. You tell yourself that you don’t care, but you know it’s a lie. They will see you. Smell you.  Despise you. You decide wait outside until just before the lunch special ends.

You are now in their world. They see you. You see the South Asian

restaurant you’ve had your sights on, but you wait. It’s lunch hour

and they are all there, talking, laughing and eating. You tell your-

self that you don’t care, but you know it’s a lie. They will see you.

Smell you. Despise you. You decide wait outside until just before the

lunch special ends.

A Big End and a Bigger Beginning

http://www.nation.lk/epaper/sunday/2013/06/09/files/assets/basic-html/page8.html

Her scent colored all of my actions and reactions. A waft of her sweetest aftertaste swiped at my willpower

Reflections Appear Subtly and Dramatically

http://www.nation.lk/epaper/sunday/2013/07/21/files/mobile/index.html#34

If the eyes were the window to the soul, he was going to use laser-like focus to smash that window into shards and smithereens until his entrapped soul would show its hand, for once and for all. 

Tinny poem

http://www.nation.lk/epaper/sunday/2013/10/20/files/mobile/index.html#26
the humming that won't stop,
can't stop, who can make it stop,
where is it going...

Skin Whiteners Applied And The World Responds

http://www.nation.lk/epaper/sunday/2013/05/19/files/mobile/tablet.html#11

It could be her teeth, her hair, her odor or, in this case, my firm's focus, her skin color.  We simply highlight and refine it until, eventually, that magnificent flaw becomes the beauty  of our industry.

The Affirming Pleasures of Commode Mania

http://www.nation.lk/edition/fine/item/14711-the-affirming-pleasures-of-commode-mania.html

She continued, “Once I was in Manhattan with my boyfriend and we checked into the Ritz, but it was a particularly foggy night, which completely threw off my bio-rhythms.  So I told him that there was no way I could use our hotel bathroom and that I had to walk to the Saint Regis Hotel six blocks away because I knew that it was the world’s Best Public Bathroom to live in.  Not to mention that Mayor Bloomberg had just signed the Women’s Restroom Equity Act, giving womyn ‘two bathroom stalls for every one allotted to men.’  So, of course, that’s where I spent the evening.”

Differentiating Rights

http://www.nation.lk/edition/fine/item/14513-differentiating-rights.html

The protesting diners finally entered the fighting arena.  They were now seizing control of the ax-handles and the ax-wielders.  The bloodied now had the upper hand.   The wielders’ hatred and ignorance lost their bold.  The snowy shadows all looked not to the heavens but to the vanguard surrounding the Plaza.  And on cue, the Uniformed resolutely marched forward and, in unison and with precision, added blood and Southern justice to the principled diners.

Frida’s hidden treasures still caress and embolden

http://www.nation.lk/edition/literature/item/14237-frida%E2%80%99s-hidden-treasures-still-caress-and-embolden.html
“Hey Jamal, it’s me.  You’re not going to believe what just happened…” Jamal interrupts, “Yeah, I heard.  Damn.  Did she mention the unibrow thing in the email before dumping you?”
“Uh, no,” Charlie hesitates as he’s taken aback by the ease of his friend’s question.  “But I’m certain that’s the reason.  It’s always the reason,” he despondently utters.

Becoming Naked Again

http://www.nation.lk/edition/feature-viewpoint/item/14150-becoming-naked-again.html

“Listen, no matter what, I’m not taking my swimsuit off,” Soraya insisted.  “So when we get there you might as well just drop the subject because I’m not interested.”
They were at the peak of the mountain when they’d just past a sign showing that they were at an elevation of 5,445 feet.  It was mid-afternoon and looking to the left hillocks of purple and yellow vegetation painted the landscape and created a mood of blissful serenity.

Mangosteen Disrupts Holidays

http://www.nation.lk/edition/news-features/item/13922-mangosteen-disrupts-holidays.html

“Where the hell are you?” Josh cried.
“Babe, I’ve just landed! I wish you were there with me at the festival,” Melodie shot back excitedly. “I’m so happy to hear from…” she continued before being interrupted.
“Listen, my family is here waiting for you,” he fumed. “And I’ve told you how impatient they get when they have to wait for anyone, for anything. Really, this is the worst thing that could’ve happened to me.”
“But Josh, the plane was delayed and…well, I’m sorry. I’ve just rented a car and on my way. I love…” but by the time she could complete her sentence Josh had already hung up in disgust.