Remembering on Gaveen Prabhasara

Curtain call: Jayalath Manorathna

Sun, 12 Jan 2020 00:00:00 +0000

There are moments in life you lucidly remember when the gears of cause and action in a chaotic universe turn, something clicks into place, and your life changes forever. If you are lucky—like I was—the changes it brings about can be positive and profound.

Somewhere in the late ’90s, I was a teenager trying to traverse self-expression while trying to balance creative life and …life. It was not a fight I felt was going my way. On one such humid evening, I found myself sitting in the main hall of our school with a few friends, watching a ‘stage drama’—which is what a traveling theater production is called locally—named “ගුරු තරුව.”

We are on our own

Mon, 22 Apr 2019 00:00:00 +0000

I’m early to work because the roads are mostly empty. That’s not because of an extended holiday season. No, that finished last week. People are trying to stay home because of the Easter Sunday Attacks—they are uncertain where to go from here.

As I type these words away, I’m merely walking distance from Mahawela Gardens, where one gruesome episode of Sunday’s events unfolded. I also hear stories in hushed murmur about colleagues who have lost family members. I think back to the Sunday as it unfolded. I remember holding my baby tightly in my arms while my mind kept repeatedly asking for his forgiveness for the world we have created for his generation.