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The Doll
Around the beginning of the year, Nazly Ahmed tweeted a photo (or rather, two photos) which made me pause. I wondered what the story behind that image was but then forgot about it for the time being.
Yesterday, Nazly tweeted about a story that Milani B. had written based on his photograph. The story is in Sinhala so some of you might not be able to read it — and that’s a pity since it’s a good old Sri Lankan horror story, like the ones I used to read as a child. And a jolly good read 🙂
That story (and Nazly’s original image) inspired me to write a story of my own. In fact, I spent most of yesterday thinking about this and wondering what I would write. I came up with (and discarded) multiple ideas and in the end, I decided that I might try to write a series of stories around that photo.
I don’t know if I’ll actually get to write more than one story in the series but I did manage to write the first one today. So here it is …
When night falls over Colombo, it muffles everything and makes the dust, noise, heat, and the hustle-and-bustle of the day seem almost bearable. I like to swaddle myself in a cocoon of darkness, walking the streets lost in my thoughts, not feeling as if each passerby was staring into the very depths of my soul and trying to divine my innermost thoughts.
