Yoga at the ramparts

Batticaloa!

11:49pm. 2009/12/02

It's a Wednesday night in Batticaloa and the coconut trees around us ruffle their leaves in the soft breeze. Coupled with faint echoes of birds chirping, the air is serene. And I've come to realize that Orion's Belt is beyond stunning on the night of a full moon with brief hints of lightning in the distance.

Meet Peter Pan's Girlfriend!

>> Email to Nabeela Hussain & Melanie Bamunusinghe...

Hello ladies.

Yes Nab, I am afraid to take on responsibility and be an adult. Trust me, I don't want to feel like this. I swear. Soon, I'll have to get married. Okay, it's not like I'm going to be pressurized to do that but still.!!!! How positively miffing.?! :S

Okay look. I'm not going to complain about me turning nineteen when I know that there are other people to complain about stuff actually worth complaining about. So I'm just going to pretend that my boyfriend is Peter Pan and that we have a fantastic relationship going on and we work as a team where we fight crime and are heroes of New York City of course.

Given that I was a former Powerpuff Girl named Bubbles, I naturally got my crime-fighting ability from then on. See.? Isn't my imagination fantastic.?? Teehee.

And everyday after work, Peter and I engage in watching a movie together whilst eating butter popcorn and frappucinos with way too much whipped cream on top. And then we go for a stroll down Central Park and talk to the ghosts there.

As for dinner, we whip up a mean pasta in the kitchen and eat icecream for dessert afterwards. And then we make out for a bit and go to sleep. And in the morning, we wake up to the sound of yellow taxis tooting their horns in traffic on the road below. When Peter's in the shower, I make hotdogs for breakfast with lots of mustard sauce. And we drink plenty of black coffee for energy and natural high-ness.

Ahh, hope you enjoyed my story :P Let me know what you think. Even if it is a crackpot story or if you think it's quite creative, let me know :D

Hugs and kisses.

Love, Sarah.

Sigh! Daydreaming does have its rewards =)

Impatience

The rain falls continuously.
And the longstanding pain persists.
Flashbacks run miles through my mind.

I sit here in the cold forgetting to wear a sweater.
Fierce tears roll down my cheeks.
And I don't grab a tissue to wipe them away.

Why won't they hurry up already?
I'm waiting.
But I don't think they hear me.

Le Fleurs

When in Seenigama

I Gotta Feeling!

A list of the truly amazing feelings ever!

• Eating isso vadai with Mel, Nab, Zo and the family. Sheer bliss.
  
• Holding hands with Nipuna and skipping on the road on a rainy day and of course NOT forgetting the puddles just waiting to be jumped on =)
  
• Blueberry icecream and barbequed chicken with Zo in her kitchen at 3 something in the morning.
  
• Driving around with Sandy. Undoubtedly the sexiest driver ever!!
  
• Spending quality time with Nate. For those of you who don't know, Nate is my PINK camera xD
  
• Cracking pervy jokes with Mama and all my cousins whilst sitting on Nanna's coffee table at her place.
  
• Ditto sleepovers at Nanna's.
  
• Watching cheesy Hindi movies with Rahma.
  
• Champagne Supernova and Paradise City. Need I say more.?
  
• Staring out the window whilst driving down to Seenigama.
  
• Swings!
  
• Watching Pretty Woman with Melanie at her place.
  
• Dancing with Nab to 'Jaane Kyun' on Melanie's coffee table.
  

An ode to awesome-ness. Cheers!

leave me a whisper

Leave me a touch.

Leave me a memory etched in my mind forever...
Leave me a touch of thee
Which I so unflinchingly will refuse.
Out of the hatred in mine heart. And mine alone.

Leave me a whisper which would creep up so delicately over my shoulder.
And let it voice sweet nothings in my ear.

Leave me that imaginary whisper...
To draw your picture in my mind. Forever.

The mélange of Kirula Road – an entrance to Sri Lanka

The two hues of grey present in the sky are beautifully illustrated on puddles of muddy water. The shades vary from light to dark depending on where I stand on the busy road. Tree branches are reflected too in the omnipresent puddles. We would not be able to see the reflections if light were not present. Whilst walking down Kirula Road, I see so many sights infused with colours and it comes as inspiration to me.

The tail lights on vehicles serve to provide red and orange flecks of water whilst whizzing past us. The concoction of colours amongst shop boards is everywhere and so bright that they hurt my eyes. I find the unfamiliar sunlight creeping through wet leaves on the little island near Asiri Hospital. The single fir tree towering against all the other trees against the backdrop of the monotonous sky makes a striking presence on the camera screen I’m holding in my hand.

I see little flecks of water on telephone booths and the windows of parked cars. Similarly, I see droplets of water rolling down leaves on trees and falling on my friend who is wearing a T-shirt of the brightest shade of pink I’ve ever seen. People eating inside tiny shops stop chewing and stare at us while we walk on the road. The neon lights inside the shops stop and make me click incessantly until I am satisfied with the perfect shot. A single light bulb flickering inside a deserted shop stands out among a bunch of red, green and vivid blue trishaws parked outside it.

The thunder-like light emitted from iron being welded inside Rannimi Welding is breathtaking and the smoke from it towers over the workers. Another fir tree sees its reflection on a mirrored building, its windows discoloured by acid rain. So, the reflection does not appear to be very clear. The tedious sky pales in comparison with the yellow and blue of the all-too-familiar Perera & Sons Bakery infused with the bright pink raincoat on a child tugging on her mother’s hand and pointing to an éclair.

Senses

She lay there on the bench in the garden filled with dappled moonlight from the purple night sky. Her long tresses reeked of a perfume so gentle it captivated his senses. Senses he didn't know existed until now. Almond shaped eyes delicately lined with kohl served to entrance him. Oozing with lust, he knew now that there was nothing he could do to keep himself away from her. Lips so moist and cherry-red, it magnetized him. Smooth as silk, the very thought of her skin against his own left shivers down his spine. Her eyes beckoned him closer and he seeked to discover the inner Garden of Eden within. Playful in the soft garden, she teased him until he caught up with her arresting self. A plethora of beauty and intensity, she was gone by the time he opened his eyes.. Vanished.

Sarah's Back!

Hi Cows,

I'm back to blogging and let's see how it goes this time =)

xo, Sarah