“What did they do with the mango-stone I sometimes found in their bedroom in the morning? All chewed up and wasted; rubbed out like a rock smoothed in a desert, or a gift passed from one to the other over… — Romesh Gunesekera Copy Share
“What did they do with the mango-stone I sometimes found in their bedroom in the morning? All chewed up and wasted; rubbed out like a rock smoothed in a desert, or a gift passed from one to the other over and over again, mouth to mouth. Mango for the skin? A body tonic? For the lips? A lubricant for them… — Romesh Gunesekera Copy Share
“On this side of the wall is our house; in our backyard there is nothing. Nothing but red dust and round-headed black ants streaming and one juicy banana trunk stabbed brown--jab jab jab--never dead. I am always looking over the wall for Tissa.” — Romesh Gunesekera Copy Share
“The time when it seemed friends became enemies and enemies became friends. But then that's perhaps the way it is, always. Nobody knows who… — Romesh Gunesekera Copy Share Image
“I like to know about the world beyond our shores. About faraway countries where people behave differently. I like to hear about their food… — Romesh Gunesekera Copy Share Image
“I carry more than dreams. There is so much in my head I wonder how I will ever get it out. How do I… — Romesh Gunesekera Copy Share Image
“So much is kept off limits these days. There are things we don't speak of, things we not only don't remember but carefully forget,… — Romesh Gunesekera Copy Share Image
