Nihal Perera on Social Production of Space
TAP’s Thirangie Jayatilake met up with Nihal Perera in Colombo on 15 July 2020 to talk about his book Decolonizing Ceylon (OUP, 1999), especially its upcoming Sinhala translation and his ventures in the study of social space. As a young architecture student, a core question that piqued…
Washington Square Park
Last Spring I walked through Washington Square Park and the benches had almost reached full capacity. I pass by the saxophone player at the base of the statue, pink blossoming around him, intercepted with fresh light green buds, The guy walking around with a free…
Urumuri Rutazima
Urumuri rutazima. We ignite that candle. Every year. April. Never let it fade. Because hope is stronger than darkness. Because light is where we move to. A 100 days. A million graves. Because I watched my father, my mother, my sister, my brother, my child…
Liquid Children, Souls Of Sweetness
I The day ends with a playground not for children but for the occasional growing up. No, I would not send your child there. Two wired slides with no bottom or railing to rely on. Ropes unstable and high, your child would fall off. But…
Consequence
Kettle screech jolts his two-minute nap. Five a.m. Half asleep, he pours boiling water into coffee-drenched mugs. Half asleep, it takes him two seconds to realize – the hot watered surface has become his skin. These white walls stifled him. He found his excuse, at…
Above the Sea
You confused me at first. Constantly. Frustatingly. I was lost. I didn’t know if I wanted to stay. I’d walk the streets Just watching ayi’s sitting on pavements selling vegetables and shoes, and clothes racks extending out of windows and over the streets like colourful…
Cushion Cover
A cushion has a cover, stripes made by hands that held their first grandchild, with buttons fallen and replaces that blended into maroon lungis with silver brooches and silvering hair. A cushion has a cover, scented with blessings and incense burnt as an offering to…
Sangeetha Mahadevan reading Thirangie Jayatilake’s Broken Waves
I slip the lens cap into my jean pocket and fumble with the lens, zooming in and out, trying to frame the picture. I hate when I can’t capture the scene properly because people are blocking it from my view. Now this is different, there…