'Cause Pigs can Fly

My favorite thing about staying out till late is the cab ride back home. I don’t have to worry about driving or traffic and most drivers I’ve had to deal with haven’t been talkative. This usually gives me an hour of silence to look at the world around me as it is swallowed by darkness. Streetlights and lights of buildings give me hints of what surrounds me. I see the greenish yellow of a branch or the too-yellow framed ‘බුදු සරණයි’ or ‘දෙවි පිහිටයි.’ I see faces and vehicles, briefly and quietly. Being alone during such taxi rides back home calm me. They give me time to think and just be without having to impress others or please them. No one matters when it’s just you in a cozy car being driven home. I like being alone. I like sitting at a café booth, sipping my coffee and reading. I like listening to the soft music or the sounds of the world around me. I like being left alone. And it’s not a bad thing. Not always. Sometimes you need the time off from the world. Sometimes e...

When you love someone, you don’t love them for their silky hair, perfect skin, thin waist or brown eyes. Love isn’t even about their intelligence or how many books they have read. Love is everything about them; the way they frown when reading a menu at a restaurant, the way they absentmindedly run their hands through their hair when they are stressed, the way they sometimes just stare at the page of the book they are reading. Love is about the way they insist on cutting their sandwich into four small squares instead of two triangles. Love is about the way they forget birthdays and anniversaries but remember the comment you made about a squirrel in a park you were in a year ago. When it comes to love, it doesn’t matter if you don’t look pretty or beautiful or if you aren’t witty or smart. Liking, the state of attraction before love itself, is about their silky hair, brown eyes, intelligence and books they love. You like someone because of the way they look and talk and are . ...