30th April 2026
Words dont heal
Empty spaces remain empty
Broken hearts remain broken
Evenings whisper you are not ok
Smiles dim
Memories linger
Regret weighs heavy
Dead remain dead
Wednesday, April 29, 2026
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Saturday, January 31, 2026
Snow fall
A snow fall....the most delightful of childhood memories. What I remember is the mood of the moment. Gray skies and wind, and yes, a snow fall...flakes of white, fluttering from the sky. The joy, the thrill and the shout of ' Anna snow wetenawa.' My younger sister and I would run out to the garden and collect fistful of this 'snow'. So much that my mother would make a pillow out of it later.
Yes bits of floating cotton raining down from the sky...always happend late afternoons just before the rains.
A cotton tree burst its pods some where and I never discovered that tree...
What joy it brought what an awesome moment.
Tuesday, January 20, 2026
a quiet morning , on my turf...matchless peace...then my mind succumbs to its endless chatter...'pretty scene, got to share on face book', and I do... Why? a moment ago I was in bliss with the solitude around me, happy to have this time away from it all...planing endless Waldon pond getaway moments...yes, life of a hermit in the jungle away from the traffic and the people. Therein the contradiction... Here I am sharing my moment of bliss and quiet with a host of unrestricted 'friends'. most, I would at best share a polite greeting but nothing more should we actually meet. In the secure womb of my home, I quite unabashedly open my heart ... post up my innermost soul.....what brings out this trust and warmth towards the other which is lacking in a real time meeting? for me, it is the security of my own space.. Which makes me softer and more benign. I don't see an enemy out there...'my friends' out there will not laugh at me...they are me and part of me...they accept my absurdities and blunders and forgive me as I forgive my self... Then why am i so weary and guarded of those I meet day to day...watching what I say and how I act...forever wondering what 'the others' would think. These "friends" on line are the same that I meet on the road... So its me...in my turf I'm safe in the delusion of 'good' in the other... And out of it I'm vulnerable in the delusion of 'bad' in the other...surely, the other did not change... What I see out there is simply a reflection of the state of my mind...delusional in its safety and delusional in its fears....
Rohitha Jayalath Great....Peace n love dear Sis..!!
Mariazelle Goonetilleke beautiful .. where is this place SundY?
Sundariy de Alwis Home at rajagiriya..
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Ruwanthie Gunawardena Awesome place.
Anju Doolwela Awesommmmmmmmmmmnne
Anju Doolwela Can i cm for a spend d day pleeeeeeeease
Sandra De Silva-Jayasuriya Beautiful.
Sundariy de Alwis Thanks..
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Pinsith Perera Lucky u. I envy u.
Thilani Shanika Ariyaratne Lovely
Ruchi Sood Lovely thoughts Sundariy..
Dhammika Dharmasena Peaceful is Solitude.
Zareena Mack No better company than your own self. Your thoughts magnify such serenity and having visited your home many times I see the beauty your words so eloquently describe. Peace and harmony to you Sundariy.
Shahina Zahir Ismail You live in paradise Sundi..
Perry Morgan Yes Sundariy i can remember how beautiful and peaceful your garden is, hope to visit again x
Sundariy de Alwis you are so very welcome Perry... Virath would love that too...
Perry Morgan Wow he had grown so much, just about recognise him. Still scared of the potential snake encounter thou
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Ragini Siva Beautiful pond with endless thoughts ......it's a bless to be able to analyse them Sundari!
Saminda Jayasekara හිතේ දුකට ලියවෙන කවි .....
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Dhammika Dharmasena Beautiful natural pond.
Vivian Gunawardene This is some good stuff.
Tuesday, August 26, 2025
Note written for latitude launch vediolaunch
It all began with a dream, the dream of one man to make vertical living spaces the 'home' of the future.
Buthgamuwa Road Rajagiriya 25 years ago was the most unlikely of places for this idea of sophisticated urban living to bloom. But this is where the magic happened. As the Lotuses that rise from the muddy depths of Diyawanna so did the elegant towers of Fairway rise one after another from the dregs of a much feared and maligned address to adorn the skyline of Rajagiriya.
'I will make this the Manhattan of Colombo' he said...and today we see this vision fulfilled in the skyline of Rajagiriya.
The dream continues, reaching out to adorn other spaces as far as Galle and as close as Koswatte and now enter the Municipality of Colombo itself as Fairway Latitude is launched.
Tuesday, August 12, 2025
12.08.2025 when you love
When you love
Love endlessly
Love ceaselessly
Tirelessly and with all your might
Because what finally sticks in your throat
Is the love that you didn't give.
12. 08. 2025 our first visit to Buthgamuwa
The vision I failed to see...
We drove along a drab, rather desolate road, dotted with decrepit shanty houses, passed a vast garbage land fill, it's stench assaulting
our nostrils even through the closed windows of the vehicle. A couple of bends later we parked by the side of the road. We both got off the vehicle to be assaulted afresh by a stench emanating from a nearby tanning shed and stepped into a low laying ditch filled with garbage and overlooking a waterway that was covered with a layer of waterweed and beyond that lay thick wetland as far as eye could see.
' Hemaka turned to me in excitment, ' you said you wanted to live close to water, let's build our house here'. I was dumbstruck, nose shrivelled up against the stench of garbage and the completly alien smell emanating from the tanning shed close by, eyes watered with pain from scratches of thorns and mosquito stings, trying desperately to hold on to my mental picture of a cosy home in a middle class housing scheme with our kids riding bicycles with neighbourhood kids, along manicured pavements....i am sure my dissatisfaction showed. I voiced my biggest concern. 'But what about a proper neighbourhood, a place where one day our children could grow up, have company of like minded neighbours. He said ' so we will turn this into a neighbourhood that suits us and bring the people to us.
We stood there both disappointed with each others views.... and then he said, its OK if you don't like it I will turn this into a great place and I will change this landscape. I will make this the Manhatten of Sri Lanka. Then whilst we stood ankle deep in a pit filled with garbage, me in my limited vision staring desperately at rusted tin and rotting plastic bottles, he stood a few feet away, looking over the water and beyond the wetland, dreaming. Dreaming who knows what. Maybe he dreamed of tall elegant buildings, Beautiful tree lined boulevards, Elegantly landscaped lawns dotted with art work. Swiming pools, Gymnasiums, Sport Centers, Super Markets, Salons, roads connectingro the main roads... giving life and living space to hundreds of people.
Maybe....just maybe, he also saw the many many children that now ride bicycles along the well manicured lawns and paved walking spaces.....
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