This piece of corral, from paradise, evokes a shared
meal of whole grey mullet and rice. A sleep under a star filled sky, on a
stretch of coconut-bordered east coast Sri Lanka; waking up to the sounds of
the Indian Ocean and the howls of a pack of wild dogs.
Then later, in Jaffna, there
was nothing to drink. The hotel only had water for two hours a day; cafes were
closed. To the rescue: a local man: smiling with beetle-red teeth. A tree
climbed and coconut harvested out of kindness. His machete sliced the large
green-nut; cool, sweet liquid quenched our thirsts.
A small piece of corral picked up from paradise: long
before the hell of civil war and tsunami.
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