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    The Obsession

    I paint my fingernails in ‘Multicolours’, because it is your favourite colour. You often comment that it reminds him of childhood memories, innocence and happiness. I nod in agreement, though I silently hate it, because those colours resemble happiness, which…

  • Social Problems

    A vow to my unborn child

    Having spent my childhood during the Sri Lankan civil war with the LTTE, I could say that it was one of the most horrific years of my life. There was chaos everywhere; suicide bombers blowing up packed commuter trains and…

  • Education

    Evolve with STEM

    STEM (science, technology, engineering, and maths). STEM is important to us, as it never fails to affect every part of our lives, with science and technology perpetually developing and Engineering faces the environmental and innovative challenges, while Mathematics aids in…

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    Journey to Sri Pada

    I never thought I would climb the Sri Pada, but I was forced to. Consisting of a group of over 100 pilgrims were embarked our journey from Ratnapura- Palabaddala Route, which is considered as the longest comparatively to Kurawita, Hatton…

  • Events

    Charles Sturt University Information Session by AEMC Consultants

    Charles Sturt University Information session was successfully concluded on 26th January 2019 at Movenpick Hotel, Colombo. The session was proudly organized by AEMC Consultants, which is a reputed educational Consultancy firm based in Colombo, Kandy and in Melbourne. They provide a range…

  • Short Stories

    The Crush

    I doodle on my notebook as I watch you taking down notes so intently, with eyebrows furrowed and lower lip bitten. I draw hearts and lots of them around your name. It is just another day and just another literature…

  • Poems

    Zest of Life

    Tastes the zest of the ocean, Inhales the tartness of the winds Stranded in this murky sea Her young self, stands radiant, with poise   Their journey gets wobbly Her heart wears down Yet, she holds on to it With…

  • Short Stories

    Waves

    I gazed longingly at the golden sand drifted and swayed to the strong northern winds, its voice whispering, slowly and carefully my name, his name; together creating a monotonous agonizing melody, which is enough to rattle my soul. The crash…