Aching Heart

Away from my people, away from my country my heart is aching. I go to bed thinking about my country and wake up every morning thinking about the same. To touch that dry soil, to smell the aroma of green leaves, to hear the  songs of  flowing streams.... or how I  love it. I would give anything to get away from this ever running world and get in to the womb of my beloved motherland back again. The most beautiful place in the world..... the one, the best....

Sri Lanka.....

Thats my country and where I belong.That is where my every single breath goes.

Circumstances dragged me into this part of the world  years back. I work here, eat here and sleep here. But I do not live here. 

Sri Lanka, that's where I live, at least in my heart.

Don't ask me why I don't go back if I so wanted to. I can't. Not now. But one day I will go back. Just the mere thought of going back brings joy into my heart.

I know I am not the only one. There are a lot of sons, husbands and fathers just like me. And a lot of daughters, wives and mothers as well . Living so close yet so far away from our countries.

I make this little note a tribute to all of them. If you think like me come and share your thoughts.....!