Sandani Wijetunga
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Finding my written voice, one story at a time.
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Confessions
Comfort and warmth, both can be found in the things most unlikely. Soft music, playing in the radio on a rainy, Sunday afternoon was a fine example. Be it acoustic pop, jazz or even Enka, they all managed to do the trick. Music was the warmth equivalent to the heart and mind, as the fireplace, blankets and hugs were to the body. But in all honesty, it was not just music. Words could have a similar effect as well.
By Sandani Wijetunga4 years ago in Fiction
30B
Boarding. For the Cabin Crew, the final stage of the said procedure was too familiar. Be it as comfortable as brushing one’s teeth, even when one’s sleepiest in the early morning. However, for the passengers themselves, the procedure was a mission. Each and every one of them, were in the very midst of their own conflicts. They would squeeze or scurry through the aisles, with either a hand luggage or child’s arm in hand. Or would either show signs of heavy impatience, showing no care whatsoever. Regardless, finding the right seat, aka their designated seat was their one and only objective.
By Sandani Wijetunga4 years ago in Fiction
