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A new life in Saudi Arabia and Romance en route in Sri Lanka
A telegram brought the news that I’d been hoping for: Dr. Reda Al-Thiga, Dean of the Graduate School at Dhahran University, would be in Boston and wished to interview me. All my travel and accommodation costs for the interview would be reimbursed. On the scheduled day, I left Pittsburgh and checked into a luxurious five-star hotel which was also the interview venue. The meeting was set for six in the evening so I took a shower, got ready and went to the room I was summoned to.
When I entered the room, Dean Al-Thiga was watching the English news (CNN) on television. He kindly offered me a seat for me and asked me to wait until the newscast was over. So, I sat beside him, watching the news.
A week later after, another telegram arrived—I had been selected for the position of Associate Professor of Mechanical Engineering at the university in Saudi Arabia. The message included details of my salary and benefits. I was asked to come to Dhahran that August to assume duties. In response, I sent a telegram expressing my gratitude but also saying that the offered salary was not sufficient.
After some discussion on the telephone, I was told that higher salaries were paid to American citizens and I did not qualify. I responded that I was a green card holder (permanent resident of the US) when I applied for the job and had since become a naturalized citizen of the United States. On hearing this, they offered me a much higher salary and the matter was resolved to my satisfaction.
My plan was set: attend a technical conference in San Francisco in July, where I had to present a paper, then travel to Sri Lanka via Tokyo for a month before continuing on to Dhahran, Saudi Arabia. When I informed Carnegie Mellon University that I was considering a visiting appointment for one year in Saudi Arabia, the Department Head of the university told me that it was an unwise decision. However, after explaining my reasoning, CMU granted me leave, requesting that I return at the end of my leave period.
Romance on the way to Arabia
As planned, after the conference in San Francisco I flew to Sri Lanka for a holiday before going on to Saudi Arabia to take my faculty position there. Unexpected romance started during that visit. Was it a rebound, because I had left Audrey—with whom I shared a loving relationship in Pittsburgh? I couldn’t say.
In Sri Lanka, my two brothers came to meet me in Colombo. After dinner, my brothers suggested we go to the home of the sister of their friend Hema. He was a science graduate from University of Ceylon, Colombo, and was a teacher in a government school in the capital. When we arrived there, we were told that Hema had gone to the home of a friend (also a friend of my oldest brother), to tutor the children in that household. So we headed for that house.
Hema was not there but the house-owner, who was a widow, had just returned from England where her husband who was ill with a liver disease had passed away. Her mother greeted us and insisted we had a cup of tea before leaving. The mother went inside the house and I heard her telling the daughter about us and the lady came out to greet us. My oldest brother had known her. I remember her wearing a black skirt and a cream color blouse and looking depressed.
After listening to her at length, I advised her to go for physiotherapy—a term she later admitted she didn’t know. I felt sorry for her because she had three young children (a girl and two boys) and seemed helpless. Even though she appeared older than I, she was pretty, pleasant and kind.
She told us that they had a business of sending workers to the Middle East and earning a commission from the agents there. That was their only income. Since I was bound for Saudi Arabia, I told her that I could help and she was very grateful. In Saudi Arabia, I placed advertisements in English language newspapers describing the business and calling for local agents. I received several responses mostly from Indians or Pakistanis. They wanted to know how much I would pay them per worker they placed in a job.
I was confused, and called the lady in Sri Lanka. She explained that the actual business process was for her to collect money from each worker applying for overseas employment, send half of that to the overseas agent and have the workers pay their own airfare. I told her that I did not like that scheme and advised her to stop that business. But she needed an income until she found some other line of work. She was a university graduate. I agreed to help her—I was single, had plenty of money and also held a high-paying job. Gradually, our relationship turned into a romance.
While working in Saudi Arabia, I would visit Sri Lanka most weekends. Also, I had bought a nice house in a pleasant neighborhood where I could stay when I visited. One morning, while in Sri Lanka, a Sub-inspector (SI) of Police visited my house looking for my friend. I discussed the reason for his visit and was told there were complaints of fraud against my friend from some prospective workers who had paid her money but did not get overseas employment. I took the SI for lunch and asked him to settle the cases with the workers saying I would meet the necessary cost.
I thought that the problem had ended there. I was wrong. Months later I visited Singapore with my friend for a holiday. There, she had contacted a South Indian acquaintance who invited us for dinner. He did not take us to his apartment in a working class high-rise but seated us at a table in a food court attached to his building and ordered several bottles of beer—large and warm, and food. I warned my friend not to drink as I suspected the intentions of the man.
He told us about his lucrative business of bringing workers to Singapore from Sri Lanka and other Asian countries. After that trip we headed back to Sri Lanka, and I warned my friend not to have any business dealings with him as he was a suspicious character. As usual, I returned to Saudi Arabia for my work. Months later I found out that my friend had given that guy £5,000 from the money that I had left with her.
She had arranged with a travel agent friend to send workers to Singapore. The agent in Singapore who took the money, had not met the workers at Singapore airport and the airline sent them back to Sri Lanka. The travel agent had sued my friend for the money for the air tickets. That case was settled later out of court, and our romance blossomed.
In a desert
After my holiday in Sri Lanka, I flew from Colombo to Karachi and from there arrived at Dhahran Airport on a flight of Pakistan International Airlines (PIA). The head of the Department of Mechanical Engineering of the Saudi University had come to the airport to meet me. First, he took me to the house that had been assigned to me, where I left my belongings, and from there, he took me to the university.
The university land was vast, just as I had read in the manual. There were trees newly planted in fresh soil, tall date palms, and massive concrete buildings. There were also neatly arranged and modern staff quarters and a well-planned road network. On one side, I could see the Arabian Sea, part of the mighty Indian Ocean. The scorching heat could not be eased even by the sight of water. The buildings and vehicles were air-conditioned, which was a blessing. Whenever a slight breeze passed, fine sand would rise and enter my nostrils, mouth, ears, and eyes.
The vast desert, punctuated by oil wells, even within the campus itself, weighed heavily on me. As I stood there, I felt an almost irresistible urge, which I controlled with difficulty, to board the next available flight and either go back to Sri Lanka or to the United States.
A new life
The house provided to me was spacious—large enough for a family—and fully air-conditioned. It had everything that a home would need—furniture, refrigerator, electric stove, pots, pans, wooden cupboards, crockery, cutlery, storage boxes, mats, and even linen (bed sheets, pillowcases, towels). All I needed to buy was a vehicle, a television set, and a music system.
There were a few small shops near the university where I could buy groceries. A bus service was available to travel to the city. In the bustling marketplace known as the souq or souk in Dhahran, one could buy vehicles, electronic appliances, clothes, and other essentials. Since there were no taxes, and because Asian workers were paid low wages, along with the abundance of cheap fuel, goods were remarkably inexpensive. There were similar marketplaces in other cities including the nearby Al-Khobar.
The university had workers from India, Pakistan, Bangladesh, and Sri Lanka. Many of them were Muslims, and they preferred traditional Arab attire—robes and head coverings—in place of the pants and shirts they wore at home. This they did, I was told, in order to curry favour with the Saudis.
In the school of engineering, I was the only Sri Lankan professor. Office workers and staff were men. Due to the strict religious police, women had to follow Arab cultural norms—they had to cover their heads with a hijab, and were not allowed to wear sleeveless or short dresses, drive vehicles or work in public jobs. Alcohol consumption and possessing inappropriate books were also forbidden. If anyone was caught bringing such items into the country, they would face severe punishment. The same applied to theft and other crimes. Even the mention of non-Islamic religious figures was not allowed. For example, when playing the song Fire and Rain by the US singer James Taylor, the radio station would blot out the word Jesus!
As a routine, I would have my breakfast at home before leaving for work and would usually have lunch at the university cafeteria, where the food was very affordable. After finishing work, I would return home in the evening and later go back to the university cafeteria for dinner. On the days I went to the city, I got used to eating at Indian or Pakistani restaurants. Parents of some of my students owned restaurants in the city. Whenever I ate there, they would refuse to accept payment for the food.
A Pakistani worker from my office had a young daughter who attended a school near my house. Every morning, his wife would drop the child at school and then come to my house to clean it and do the laundry. I paid her a monthly stipend for her services. Since my workload was light and I didn’t have to focus on research as I had done in the US, I found myself with much free time. However, there were no entertainment activities to indulge in. So, I decided to restart something I had put aside for a long time: writing technical books.
New friendships
During my time in Saudi Arabia, I was able to visit Sri Lanka at least once a month, and often once a week. The related administrative process was time consuming because the university did not allow non-Arabs to leave the country without getting approval from them. I had to hand over my travel documents to the university office soon after I returned to Dhahran after a trip outside the country. Then, whenever I wanted to leave the country, I had to fill out a detailed application form and get approval from several officials, including the Head of the Department. Only then would I receive my travel documents from the university.
At that time, there were no direct flights from Dhahran to Colombo. So, I had to first travel to an airport in Bahrain, Bombay (Mumbai), Karachi, or Dubai and then board another flight to Colombo. Dhahran airport itself was chaotic—check-in counters mobbed by desperate passengers hoisting luggage high, pressing forward, and pleading with Indian or Pakistani airline staff for seats on the next flight. In this manner, typically, after about an hour of waiting and pleading, I would finally receive my boarding pass, even though I had a reserved seat on the flight. If a fellow Lankan worker or someone I knew was working at the counter, which happened sometimes, I could get the boarding pass quickly and without much trouble.
David Da Cunha was an associate professor in our department in Dhahran. He was from the Goa in India and was a Catholic. He often mentioned that his ancestors came from Portugal and asked me whether mine did too. I said no, my ancestors had to change their names for the convenience of the rulers. David liked his smokes and drinks much like the Russians. On many a weekend he would fly to nearby island country of Bahrain, where liquor is legal for foreigners. Also, whenever there was a university vacation, he would visit places like Bangkok and Bombay to enjoy himself.
By Clarence de Silva
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From the missing to the missing truth and beyond
by Jehan Perera
The government is preparing to meet the challenge of the UN Human Rights Council next month. A Sri Lankan delegation led by Foreign Minister Vijitha Herath is expected to attend the 63rd session of the UNHRC in Geneva, where the UN High Commissioner for Human Rights will present a written update on Sri Lanka. The government has already submitted its response to the advance version of the report prepared by the Office of the High Commissioner for Human Rights. The Foreign Minister, accompanied by officials from Colombo and Sri Lanka’s Permanent Mission in Geneva, is expected to explain the progress made on reconciliation, accountability and human rights. This is therefore an important moment for the government. It is an opportunity not merely to defend its record but to make new commitments.
The government has been criticised, as were its predecessors, for the manner in which it has dealt with past human rights violations, especially those connected with the thirty year war. The vexed issue of thousands of missing persons remains at the centre of this criticism. The government has sought to strengthen the Office on Missing Persons by providing it with additional staff and resources. It has also given support to the excavations at the Chemmani mass grave. Justice and National Integration Minister Harshana Nanayakkara has told Parliament that the government has allocated Rs. 57 million for the excavations and related legal work, though that figure has not been set against the cost of comparable forensic operations elsewhere.
The government also took the significant step of holding a national event in Jaffna to mark the International Day of the Victims of Enforced Disappearances. Minister Harshana Nanayakkara attended the event together with the Chairman of the Office on Missing Persons (OMP), Mahesh Katulanda, and other senior officials and political representatives. Their presence was meant to demonstrate the government’s commitment to addressing the issue. But on the victims’ side there is continuing dissatisfaction. The commemoration in Jaffna was met by a protest outside the District Secretariat, organised by families of the disappeared, who demanded to know what happened to relatives who, according to their accounts, surrendered to or were taken away by the military and were never heard from again.
Jaffna Protests
The protests in Jaffna are a reminder of the gap that remains between what the government is trying to do and what the victims expect. For these families, compensation and death certificates are not substitutes for knowing what actually happened to those they lost. The protests, and the police action taken against some of those who demonstrated, were reported by the international and Tamil media and by international human rights organisations, and overshadowed much of what the government had hoped to showcase at the Jaffna event. The OMP’s mandate is to establish the fate and whereabouts of missing persons, clarify the circumstances in which they went missing, and provide redress and assistance to their families. Accordingly, it has sought to verify complaints, remove duplicate entries, encourage people who have not yet made complaints to come forward, and facilitate compensation and other forms of assistance. The families of victims expect the OMP to do more to clarify the circumstances in which their loved ones went missing. An example would be the disappearance of 158 displaced Tamil persons from the Eastern University campus in Vantharumoolai, Batticaloa District, who were rounded up and forcibly removed in front of thousands of other similarly displaced persons, including the officer in charge Prof T Jayasingam.
The government has also increased the support available to families of the missing, and says it is accelerating the OMP’s investigations. But the scale of what remains undone is stark. There are around 11,000 complaints remaining to be investigated, according to the Justice Minister, while the OMP has reported that final information has been established in only 31 cases, communicated privately to the families concerned. On the government’s own figures, that puts the clearance rate for establishing fate and whereabouts at well under one percent of the outstanding caseload. There is a limit to what the OMP can do even with more resources and time. Its mandate is primarily to establish the fate and whereabouts of individual missing persons. It was not intended to produce the comprehensive, public account of the past that victims and the country as a whole require.
In 2015, the government headed by President Maithripala Sirisena and Prime Minister Ranil Wickremesinghe committed itself to establishing such a commission as part of a comprehensive approach to dealing with Sri Lanka’s past. Human Rights Council Resolution 30/1, which the government co-sponsored, specifically welcomed the proposed establishment of a “commission for truth, justice, reconciliation and non-recurrence”, together with an Office on Missing Persons and an Office for Reparations. However, the commitment to a truth-seeking mechanism was never fulfilled. The government should consider setting one up now. There is a growing feeling among Tamil people in the North and East that the government is failing to deliver on promises that are important to them. On issues important to them, they feel this is once again a Sinhala-dominated government like all the ones that came before.
Establish Truth
For the past two years the government has been concentrating on problems that it deems are important to the country as a whole such as the economy, development, poverty alleviation and corruption and criminality. However, the government needs to demonstrate that national unity means addressing the concerns of all communities, including those whose wounds from the war remain unhealed. Some of its own institutions have begun to act on this. The Office for National Unity and Reconciliation recently staged a drama entitled From Yakaweva to Nandikadal, depicting relationships between people that transcend the destruction caused by war. The drama portrayed the sufferings as well as the prejudices on both sides of the divide, from the Kebithigollewa bus bombing to the final days of the war around the Nandikadal lagoon. Its central message is that without forgiveness there cannot be reconciliation.
Particularly moving was the fact that the actors themselves came from families touched by the violence on both sides. The son of an LTTE Black Tiger leader and the daughter of an Army officer were among those who performed, alongside others who had experienced and survived some of the sites of carnage. The fact that a state institution is taking this message of reconciliation forward is itself a testament to the government’s openness to dealing with the past. A government institution can reach a population far larger than any civil society campaign could reach on its own, simply because the machinery of the state is so much more extensive. It is in this context that the government needs to give serious thought to setting up a Truth and Reconciliation Commission as the next step in the truth-seeking process. Special care will need to be taken to ensure that those who are appointed are not only politically non-partisan, but are acceptable to all the communities.
A Truth and Reconciliation Commission cannot by itself resolve all the wounds of the past. Nor can it replace criminal investigations or judicial proceedings where these are necessary. But it can provide something that existing institutions cannot provide on their own. This would be a comprehensive national process through which victims can be heard and the truth can be established. The general population needs to understand what happened, so that the country can begin to acknowledge its past without passing it on indefinitely to future generations. The government has already taken several steps. It is supporting the search for the truth at Chemmani. It has begun reaching out to families of the disappeared. Its own institutions are producing messages of reconciliation. But these are still not delivering the results that the victims and their families want. The next step should be to bring these efforts together to begin the journey from the missing to the missing truth, and from there to comprehensive justice.
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The long road to educating Sri Lanka’s Bhikkhunis
A robe without recognition:
by Anushka Kahandagamage
Education is the right of every child. Yet somewhere between childhood and the robe, that right becomes precarious for many Buddhist women in Sri Lanka, threatening not only their social standing, but their fundamental access to learning and the institutional discrimination they face. This piece is not about Buddhist disciplinary rules, which discriminates women, rather about how the state’s refusal to fully recognise bhikkhunis as bhikkhunis quietly determines what they are, and are not, permitted to learn.
Unlike dasasil mathas, who occupy a distinct and unofficial category within Buddhist renunciation, bhikkhunis belong to a formally ordained order recognised within Buddhist monastic tradition itself. Dasa sil mata means ‘ten-precept mother.’ They are women who observe the ten precepts (rather than the fuller Vinaya) and live a renunciant, celibate life, often in robes, but formal ordination has not translated into formal recognition by the state. Even after a Supreme Court ruling affirmed their right to be identified as bhikkhunis on their National Identity Cards, many still do not hold one. This stems from the hesitation of the male-dominated Buddhist hierarchy to recognise these women as part of the Theravada tradition, specifically refusing to validate their higher ordination. The identity card lists her title as Dasa Sil Mata. The ruling exists on paper, but they are still waiting for their identity cards. This is not a small bureaucratic oversight. It is the first link in a longer chain, one that reaches, eventually, into the classroom.
A Name Withheld
In Sri Lanka, there are 827 pirivenas, traditional monastic colleges that have, for centuries, served as the primary institutions of Buddhist education. Of these, only 12 are dedicated to female renunciants at all, and of those 12, just five serve fully ordained nuns specifically. The imbalance is stark on its face: 827 institutions for monks, five for fully ordained nuns. But the discrimination here is not only a matter of numbers, but it is also written into the very language used to name these institutions. Monks’ schools are called pirivena, a term carrying centuries of institutional weight, historical continuity, and state recognition under Sri Lanka’s education laws. Bhikkhunis’ schools, by contrast, are not called pirivenas at all. They are designated Buddha Sravika Meheni Adhyapana Ayathanaya (Institute for the Education of Buddha’s Female Disciples), a separate, parallel term that, however similar in function, withholds from bhikkhuni institutions the same legal and institutional status that the word ‘pirivena’ confers. Since there are ten-precept mothers, the institutes have not given the same name as the pirivena and lack the official as well as social recognition they deserve.
A Pattern a Century in the Making
Following the decline of the Buddhist nun (bhikkhuni) order after the Polonnaruwa period, the first woman to be robed again was ordained in 1905 as a dasasil matha. Although dasasil mathas have long served important religious and societal roles, they have historically lacked access to formal education. Unfortunately, today also, this pattern continuous to exist. Education, in this context, is never just about literacy or dhamma study. It is the currency of religious authority. A bhikkhuni denied equivalent education or educated in an institution the state refuses to name a pirivena, is denied that religious authority. She may know the Tipitaka as well as any monk yet will lack the institutional stamp that would make a lay community trust her reading of it. It was not indifference from the public; it was the accumulated effect of a system that has spent centuries teaching devotees, implicitly, that a woman’s robe does not carry the same weight as a man.
The female renunciants, both dasasil mathas and bhikkunis, although they wear robes, have not been regarded as individuals capable of comprehending or preaching dhamma, simply because they are women. This is most visible in education, the pirivena system, developed historically to train bhikkhus, offered dasasil mathas and bhikkunis no equivalent institutional pathway, no comparable curriculum, certification, or state recognition. This exclusion is notable because it runs counter to Sri Lanka’s broader educational trends, where women have historically outnumbered men in general university enrolment, the gap here is specific to monastic/religious education rather than a reflection of wider societal restrictions on women’s schooling. The country’s National Education Commission Policy has a section on Pirivena education. However, it does not address the education of Buddhist nuns, nor does it mention nuns within the policy. I recently learned that the policy was being reviewed, with a committee appointed by the Ministry of Education, scheduled to begin the review on the 1st of September. This presents an important opportunity to raise the issue of nuns’ education and advocate for its inclusion in the revised policy.
The monks and nuns’ education institutes are funded by the government, which allocates only 5,000–6,000 LKR per student for the entire year. This sum is grossly inadequate to cover even basic institutional needs, accommodation, food, learning materials, and the maintenance of the physical premises, let alone to support any meaningful expansion of the curriculum. With this level of funding, these education institutes are struggling to sustain themselves, and many are forced to rely almost entirely on external support simply to remain operational. This is where the disparity becomes most visible. As female renunciants have historically not been taken seriously, regarded neither as authoritative teachers of dhamma nor as figures worthy of the same reverence extended to their male counterparts, their education centres receive far fewer lay offerings than those for male renunciants. The result is a widening resource gap that mirrors and reinforces the very discrimination that caused it. Underfunded institutions produce fewer well-trained female scholars, which in turn reinforces the perception that female renunciants are less capable, a perception that then justifies continued underinvestment. Without deliberate intervention, either through equitable government allocation or targeted lay support, this cycle is likely to persist rather than resolve on its own.
Sitting Alone at the Bo Tree
I was at Jaya Sri Maha Bodhi in Anuradhapura, where a few monks sat preaching in the shade of the Bo Tree, each surrounded by small clusters of lay devotees. Nearby, I noticed a few female Buddhist renunciants, though I could not immediately tell whether they were bhikkhunîs or dasasil mathas, since visually, in their robes and demeanour, they appeared indistinguishable to an outside observer. Most of them sat alone, without the small crowds of devotees gathered around the monks nearby. This, too, is not incidental. Because women cannot enter the sâsana through the same pathway to ordination, available to men, many Buddhist female renunciants remain dasasil mathas, a status that carries the appearance of monastic life without its legitamised spiritual standing. They observe the 10 precepts, wear robes, and live in renunciation, yet occupy a lower, unofficial rung in the religious hierarchy, one that grants them neither the ordination lineage nor the institutional recognition given to monks. However, in June last year, the Supreme Court of Sri Lanka delivered a landmark majority ruling in SC/FR/218/2013, affirming that fully ordained Buddhist nuns have the fundamental right to use the title ‘Bhikkhuni’ on their National Identity Cards, legally recognising the de facto existence of the Bhikkhuni Sanga.
A Closed Loop
Social discrimination and educational discrimination feed each other in a closed loop. Because bhikkhunis have fewer, less recognised institutions, fewer are formally trained to a standard the public recognises. Because fewer are recognised as authoritative teachers, fewer devotees seek them out or support them. Because they attract fewer devotees, the education institutions of female renunciants remain under-resourced and easy to overlook in state budgets and in popular imagination alike. A dasasil matha or bhikkhuni without an active following also lacks the economic support that following brings, since in Sri Lanka’s monastic economy, devotees are patrons as much as students. The precarity is not only spiritual or bureaucratic; it is material, and it compounds across a lifetime spent in robes.
Until bhikkhunis’ education is named, funded, and recognised on the same terms as that of bhikkhus, this will remain a story not only about missing ID cards or under-resourced schools, but about an education system that continues to decide, quietly and continuously, which students are worth investing in. Education was supposed to be the one place where the women can speak for themselves, instead, for these women, it has become just another place where women have to ask permission to be heard.
(Anushka is a Sociologist who is working on contemporary Buddhist movements. She was formerly attached to the University of Colombo)
Kuppi is a politics and pedagogy happening on the margins of the lecture hall that parodies, subverts, and simultaneously reaffirms social hierarchies.
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‘Memories of Milton – Live in Concert’ to enchant Dubai
Sri Lankan music knows no borders. Wherever our people go, our melodies follow — and our musicians make sure of it.
From Qatar’s Exit, to Melbourne’s EBONY, to Toronto’s Ceymphony, and Dubai’s Seven Notes, Sri Lankan bands abroad continue to keep the community connected to home, through song.
In July, Rajiv Sebastian set the Dubai stage alight with the band Seven Notes, creating an unforgettable night for Sri Lankans in the UAE. And the live-wire behind that magic? Niluk Uswaththa of Seven Notes.
Well, Niluk says he isn’t stopping there.
Now, Dubai is preparing for something truly special — ‘Memories of Milton – Live in Concert’, a grand musical tribute to one of Sri Lanka’s most beloved voices: Milton Mallawarachchi.
For more than a decade, Milton Mallawarachchi was a trending force in Sri Lankan music. With nearly 850 songs and over 35 albums to his name, he gave us melodies that became the soundtrack to our lives — songs of love, longing, and life itself.
On Saturday, 26th September 2026, from 8:00 PM to 3:00 AM, the Mercure Hotel, Al Barsha Heights, Dubai, will transform into a space of nostalgia.

Ranil Mallawarachchi; Carrying forward his father’s legacy / Yenuli Neriah
With the spotlight on Ranil Mallawarachchi — Milton’s eldest son, carrying forward his father’s legacy — along with Yenuli Neriah and Tharaka, the evening will certainly bring Milton’s timeless classics back to life … on one stage.
Seven Notes will do the needful, providing the live music that made Dubai dance before.
According to Niluk, this isn’t just a concert.
“It’s designed as a nostalgic musical journey — to bring cherished memories and beloved songs back to life,” he says.
And he promises: 26th September will be a night to remember.
In fact, Niluk Uswaththa has become a driving force for Sri Lankan entertainment in Dubai.
Through Seven Notes, he ensures the community always has something special to look forward to — especially when it comes to music that feels like home.
The success of these overseas shows naturally raises one big question back in Sri Lanka.
Yes, music lovers, in Sri Lanka, are keen to know whether the Seven Notes band will pop up in Colombo, sometime soon, for a live performance?
Music lovers, island-wide, will be watching … and waiting!
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