The summer of love

This was the summer of love and it's fast approaching it's end as winter dawns. We kicked it off with good friends and good times, drinking to the cricket, to falling in love, to enjoying life, to entering a new stage of our lifes and to friendships, may they blossom and grow for ever and ever. And as winter dawns we look back. The cricket has ended but with it has come a sense of belonging and patrotism for who i am and where i belong in the world. Lankan pride at its best and an appreciation of everything Lanka can offer. It was a summer of dating a white man and learning that it could never work. It was about learning about anti depressents and dating a man with a mental illness and dealing with his infidelity and insecuities. And then it was learning to walk away. It was about realising that a white man is not for me. I can see forever with a man of my own culture. It was about letting an old friendship bloom, talking about the ways of the world and our future. It was about the makings of starting something beautiful. And it was about growing friendhsips for yet another year and realising that friends are forever.