She whizzed over to my grandmother’s home, where I was sojourning for the summer, on her motorcycle. I had been ready for an hour beforehand, so I sat and waited. Across from the television was a sectional sofa decked with intricate cushions overlooking a table. On the table was a medley of newspapers and magazines. As I waited, I delighted over the morning’s edition of the Dina Thanthi, a Tamil-language newspaper not available in North America.
If you read this thinking it was literal, I apologize for stealing your attention under false pretenses. You really should get your mind out the gutter. However, I will talk about my first time visiting Sri Lanka.