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…
Flash Fiction Finalists
Name: Thirangie Jayatilake Age: 21 University: New York University Abu Dhabi Nationality: Sri Lankan TEMPO: How and when did you first learn of your love and passion for writing? Was it something you really studied intensively or just a hobby? How long have you…
Meditating on the Easter Sunday Bombing tragedy
Trigger warning: This is an emotional piece about the recent attacks in Sri Lanka. It contains graphic content regarding war and violence. A vigil will be held for the victims of the attacks at NYUAD on Monday, April 29 at 7 p.m. at the Central…