Nazreen Sansoni

hello , i tried to have a look at the barefoot website ,but to no avail , i will try again later , I am coming to lanka in august for the first time , I was hoping to buy and old house in the hills but the prices seem to have gone right up since i first started looking a year ago . i am a builder and also own a small retail outlet for gifts and clothing . i ended up on your page via the photographers page , my interest in lanka is bhuddism and culture , i have a feeling that i would like to spend some months of each year in sri lanka as the years roll by .. have a nice day . I will look for your products when I arrive , regards ,peter.

just checked in – still in love with all your enterprices. Fantastic pix on your page. How can I get Dom’s new book? Am now in charge of our embassy in Amman, Jordan also covering Iraq.
miss all my friends from Sri Lanka, all of them frequent Barefoot – my favoured place
love to hear from you
Georg
Bittner-Buddenbrock-Hettersdorff
charge d’affair Austrian Embassy Amman, Jordan

georg.bittner-buddenbrock@bmaa.gv.at

Cat in the hat: So I heard and aren’t we all excited!!

Naz:

Love everything about your blog–photos, poetry, layout.

I’ll be back.

Anna

Hi. I am writing on Sri Lanka for the Art AsiaPacific Almanac 2009 and I was wondering if I may have your email to contact you for some information. Please write to me. Thank you. Deeksha

Hi Nazreen,

When I introduced myself to you on my recent visit to S.L. as an old classmate, you quizzed me about what I remembered about our school days at Bishops’ and childhood. Well I recently found myself writing the following in response to a request to write ‘freefall’ ( a technique that ignores writing conventions) on ‘a sound from my childhood’. Thought it may be of interest. Keep up all the good work! Rochelle

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A sound from childhood

The bells of the temple, the call of the mullah amidst the misty dawn, hazy first daylight above the clay red roof tiles of Colombo. Above the shabby, marked, unpainted buildings, some low level, some two storey, a skyline of lush green trees with branches that outlined, to me, a figure crouching?

Moonlight seeping through the clouds drifting as the twinkly lights of the little shops in the cool breeze. The relief of the coolness, the relief of the stillness as another day is done. No noise, no nothing, no sounds, I have no words left. It is done. It is over. The beauty and serenity of the soundless dusk, the simplicity and the jargonless way of being. The beauty, the wholeness, the love, the delight, of the stillness of life.

hello,

just a thought.

“when you walk into the sun, the only faith full friend you have is your shadow”

i like your blog.

ck