To write about someone like myself would be very limiting.
We all have an old knot in the heart we wish to untie.
Men had always been the reciters of poetry in the desert.
I'm a Canadian citizen. But I always want to feel at home in Sri Lanka. I'm a member of both countries.
So we came to understand that small and important thing, that our lives could be large with interesting strangers who would pass us without any personal involvement.
He has been disassembled by her. And if she has brought him to this, what has he brought her to?