
The feet pedal frantically, deft fingers draw the cords that work the loom, the threads are drawn one by one, the loud clacking and trembling of the wooden contraption is hypnotic. ...

Across the waters lay an island, quiet and unobtrusive. Within its limits nestled a fishing village, home to a steadfast community who have remained for decades amidst the changing tides and times. ...

Pear shaped, oval or round – I did not know which one to choose from the gazillion number of Kilo Gram Guavas or Kilo Pera that surrounded me. Green tinged and emitting a sweet aroma, they seemed to beckon me...

“I’m coming home I’m coming home. Tell the World I’m coming home. Let the rain wash away all the pain of yesterday......

We sojourned farther south of Arugam Bay to stumble upon a quiet village with unexpected stories, mysticism and bewildering traditions. ...