My affinity and love for ‘seeing’, whether it be art, built and natural environments has, in many ways, directed my vocational journey and also connected me to the various cultures and communities I have entered.
Pure lust or a touch of love
Warmth of another man
Tampering on the marriage wows
This poem was written when I was in Freetown, Sierra Leon, in 2011. I was in one of the hilly, cosy hotels in Freetown, where my balcony overlooked the port of Freetown. The country has just gotten rid of the devastating civil conflict which broke out during the Liberian civil conflict.
‘I am not a poet but scribble lines I never publish on paper. This was written in 2001, while travelling by bus from Gampaha, my native town, to Colombo. The bus was passing through Main Street, Pettah, and I could not take my eyes off those cart pullers gathered on both sides of the road. Back then, I was a student. It was the day. I imagined their Night.’
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Smriti Ravindra is a Nepali-Indian writer. Her fiction and journalism have been published globally, including in the US, India, and Nepal. She currently resides in Mumbai, India. The Woman Who Climbed Trees is her first novel and is the latest addition to internationally published Nepali diasporic literature through which she goes on a psychological journey in search of “the place”.
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