All through my sole visit to Sri Lanka, I was determined to eat nothing but Sinhala food. And so I stuck to eating large quantities of potatoes cooked in the milk of Cocos nucifera, other vegetables cooked in, um, the same milk
It started raining outside my office window. I noticed the droplets running at Godspeed. I realized they are competing with each other. Ferocious; neither of them stopping to think the whyness of the whole situation.