Grass for my Feet

I grew up in rural Sri Lanka in the 1950s and 60s. My love for anything rural, tranquil, and green lives on. This blog recalls my childhood memories, reflects upon my experiences in Sri Lanka and elsewhere, and expresses my opinions on past and current events.

Sunday, November 17, 2024

From Moonshine to Whiskey and Beer

From Moonshine to Whiskey and Beer I moved to Boralessa, my ancestral village, in 1977. Many villagers – who made a living as masons, carpen...

Adventures in Academia 2: Asleep at The Oral Defense About a week after I returned to Hong Kong upon delivering a keynote address at a j...

Italian Exodus and its Consequences

Italian Exodus and its Consequences My village, Boralessa, is only 40 km from Colombo. Starting with my paternal grandmother, our family...

Sunday, June 18, 2023

The life and death of a recluse

Que Sera Sera My memories go back 60+ years, when, as a 7-year old, I lived with my parents and two siblings in a provincial town. My si...

Ceylonese planters, too, died at Gallipoli

Ceylonese planters, too, died at Gallipoli By GEORGE BRAINE My sister and I were at the Beach Cemetery in Gallipoli, where 285 British...

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