Sunday, 10 Sep 2023
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By Aditha Dissanayake
I asked the leaves of the mango tree if they have made their new year resolutions. They waltzed merrily and grinned at me saying, of course not.
The shoe-flower near me looks happy even though her life is short, just as her friend the butterfly does not seem to mind he cannot fly as high as the parrots having a feast on top of the star-fruit tree. The parrots in turn are...
On an evening when the sky turns ominously dark and decides your garden needs a shower if you stand close to a window and look out into the world you will hear the voice of the wind singing of the lands he has seen, people he had met…
Move closer and he will tell you about similar bouts of rain that fell long ago in April when a group of pilgrims made their way to...
A silver dewdrop glides gracefully across the green surface, hesitates for a millisecond at the pointed edge, falls on the grass below, and disappears.
What did the dewdrop say to the leaf, knowing they will never meet again? Did they exchange a teary farewell or comfort each other with a brave goodbye?
I know if I were the dewdrop, I would have promised the leaf I would...