I wanted to see more of Sri Lanka’s East Coast. The handwritten note Rasika had given me in Galle was still with me, with several places he thought I should visit. Gem River Edge had been the first stop on his list. What was meant to be a brief stay had already stretched into several […]
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During my first days in Kataragama, I explored a few places on my own. One evening, I joined the crowds gathering around the large Buddhist stupa. People dressed in white moved quietly between flowers, candles, and offerings. As the sun began to set, monks walked slowly around the stupa, followed by long lines of devotees.
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Life above the trees at Gem River Edge On the morning of April 19, I was supposed to leave from Gem River Edge. The decision seemed perfectly reasonable. The room I had been staying in was small and slightly damp, and after several days at Gem River Edge, I felt it was time to continue
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A place in Kataragama that quietly changed the course of a journey Leaving Sri Lanka long before the expiration of the thirty-day visa turned out to be impossible. The place where I arrived after Tangalle and Tissamaharama gradually challenged the impression I had formed of the island. I came to Gem River Edge almost by
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Tangalle So the wave swept away what I had mistaken for connection to the world. Claudia barely noticed the wave. We had been sitting under the same shelter, less than a meter apart. By the time the water retreated, her belongings were untouched. Mine had disappeared into the ocean. My phone, still carrying what felt
I did not celebrate the European New Year this time. On December 31, 2024, I was in the mountains of Northern Vietnam, where time seemed to move according to another rhythm. Months later, without planning it, I found myself entering yet another calendar — the Sinhala and Tamil New Year in Sri Lanka. By then,
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Without Transition I arrived in Sri Lanka almost without transition. Just hours before, I was still in Rishikesh — inside a completely different rhythm of life. From there, a five-hour drive to Delhi, an early morning flight, and then, suddenly, the island. Everything happened quickly. Almost too quickly for the mind to follow. Something in
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