The monsoon has hit Colombo in full force, all rain and gloom and slush. I actually took a break from the (exciting not!) work space and stared at the rain for a while, it was so romantic. Even my counterpart in Sinhala writing agrees, " athi wenne neha" he says, a poetic soul by nature, he says you can't enough of it. It makes you think drippy thoughts and miss people who might be there to share the moment.
Then, I had to step out in to the romance. Rain, slush, mud, whizzing mud whirls vis a vis vehicles, and not a damn tuk in sight. Then,oOne guy actually slowed down next to me...but only to leer "Hi dear!" and whizz off.
Dude, I could have given you business. Fuck you man. That's what I told him too.
Then, I had to step out in to the romance. Rain, slush, mud, whizzing mud whirls vis a vis vehicles, and not a damn tuk in sight. Then,oOne guy actually slowed down next to me...but only to leer "Hi dear!" and whizz off.
Dude, I could have given you business. Fuck you man. That's what I told him too.
