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Beggar rings doorbell while ladies play Scrabble
Sunday short story
by Rukmini Attygalle
Three octogenarians sat at one end of the dining table, poring over a scrabble board. They had initially met at SRC (Seniors Recreational Club) before the Corona virus pandemic hit Sri Lanka. Jenny and Wimala had been members of the club for several years; Ramya had joined a few months before the lockdown. Although Ramya didn’t know these two ladies very well, and had played cards and scrabble with them only a few times, she felt that they “clicked” together quite well. They had shared a cultural background, all three of them born in the 1930s and had lived and schooled in Colombo, and had many friends and acquaintances in common.
Reminiscing about the “good old days,” they were thrilled to discover, that all three of them had been at the Savoy Cinema on the opening night of “Rock Around the Clock” in 1956, and had actually joined in the rocking and rolling inside the cinema hall.
Once the Covid restrictions were lifted, the three ladies decided to meet once a week to play a game of cards or scrabble to keep themselves entertained. Today, Ramya was the host.
“It’s your turn Wimala” Jenny picked up a manioc chip from the bowl.
“I have only one vowel!” grumbled Wimala. She hesitated, and then added the letters E and S onto the word ‘DITCH’ already the board. “DITCHES” she said “the best I can do under the circumstances”.
Soma, the home help bustled in with a jug of lime juice. She always liked to make her presence felt. “Would the ladies like to have some patties Madam? We have some in the freezer which I can quickly fry.” the question however was directed more to the guests, than to Ramya.
“No thank you Soma. We are fine with these manioc chips” the ladies chimed in.
Soma was efficient and well organised. Ramya who had been a working woman all her life looked forward to a relaxed stress- free retirement. She was quite happy to relinquish some of her authority to Soma. Realising this, Soma had quickly assumed the role of “advisor to madam on all household matters”. She ran the house without actually being asked to do so.
Soma hovered for a few minutes trying to make eye contact, looking for an opening to strike up a conversation with the guests. Disappointed with the ladies’ absorption in the game, she left the room saying “if you need anything just call, I will be in the kitchen”.
Along with the scrabbling, the conversation flowed easily between the three, often harking back to ‘the good old days’.
“What a world we live in today!” exclaimed Wimala. “The pandemic was bad enough. These politicians don’t know what they are doing and our country is going to the dogs”.
“Queues are now the order of the day. People queuing up for gas, petrol, milk powder. Very soon we will be queuing up for our essential food items too!” added Jenny as she passed the cloth bag containing the letters to Ramya.
“It is already happening Jenny – There is a shortage of money and food! Some people are having to cut down on meals. A three-wheel driver I know, was telling me, that he and his wife have only one proper meal a day so that they can keep their children fed. There are others who are even worse off. Their situation is becoming desperate!”
Ramya added the letters D, E and S to the word ‘PAIR’ already on the board. “DESPAIR – not a great word – but at least it reflects the current situation!” she smiled as she shrugged her shoulders.
The three ladies were getting on very sociably, chatting away, and Ramya felt happy that they had decided to meet on a regular basis. The good old days of course was their favourite subject of conversation.
The doorbell rang. First a short buzz followed by a longer one. It was Ramya’s turn again, and she, busy trying to find an appropriate word, did not respond to the ringing straight away.
“There is someone at your front door Ramya. Are you expecting anyone? Aren’t you going to answer the bell?” Wimala was surprised at Ramya’s nonchalance.
“No… I am not expecting anyone. Must be a beggar. Soma will see who it is”.
“A Beggar?!” both ladies exuded shock and disbelief in unison.
“You are joking!” said Wimala trying to discern a trace of humour in Ramya’s facial expression or demeanour, but didn’t find any.
“No, I am not joking. That is how they announce their arrival these days.” Ramya’s statement was matter of fact and calm. Her nonchalance irritated her two friends. Ramya continued to survey the scrabble board though she did notice from the corner of her eye her friends’ exchange of glances.
“Blooming cheek!” emanated from Jenny’s heavily painted lips, while Ramya surreptitiously wiped her elbow which had received a light spray of spit. “What is the world coming to, beggars ringing door bells!
“You should not tolerate such nonsense, Ramya!” Wimala reprimanded. “You should just put these beggars in their place; not encourage them to ring door bells! “
“Sheer insolence! Totally unacceptable. Such a things never happened in those days”
“Soma should tell the beggar to get lost. Ringing the doorbell! Who does he think he is? “
Ramya was not amused at her friends’ reactions, but maintained a dead pan expression and ignored their comments.
“Wow! I found a super word. Jenny, I am going to add to your word ‘NOB’ and make the word ‘SNOBBERY’, and my ‘Y ’covers the triple word score too.” She looked furtively at their faces but they were too busy trying to figure out how they could use the new letters that appeared on the board to their best advantage, and did not seem to pay much attention to the actual word she had made.
Soma walked in to the room with the information that “It is that same beggar who came last week also,” annoyance stamped on her face.
“There is some money in the blue bowl by the phone. Give him a hundred rupees Soma.” Ramya was passing the dish of chips to Wimala and did not look at Soma’s face; but she knew that rolling up of her eyes would have occurred.
She did not look at her friends’ faces either, but the vibes of disapproval were pretty strong.
“What can you buy with hundred rupees these days?” she said as an explanation, but as soon as the words were out of her mouth, she regretted it. Why in heavens’ name should she try to justify her actions to anyone! Even if she gave a thousand rupees it was her business and not anyone else’s!
“Soma!” Ramya raised her voice. “Give the man two hundred rupees. Did you hear?”
Soma’s reappearance in the room was instantaneous. “What is this madam! You gave him last week also!” She looked to the two ladies for support. She was disappointed with mere grim looks, pursed lips and in- takes of breath.
“Just give him two hundred rupees okay!” Ramya was polite but firm. Soma looked at Ramya with surprise, backed down, and left the room.
“Is it your turn Jenny?” Ramya was trying to get back to an even keel.
“No, it’s Wimala’s” Jenny snorted. “Thankfully beggars do not announce their arrival by ringing door bells in our area” the sneer in her voice was palpable.
“They do It is because some people let them get away with it” Wimala chose her words clearly
Ramya ignored the caustic comments; refused the bait, determined not to react.
“Chop chop Wimala. Hurry up. I can put down a good word provided you don’t spoil it for me.”
She was making an effort to be cheerful, trying to dispel the acrid atmosphere that was building up.
Wimala was determined not to let Ramya use the triple- word- score square which she guessed she was eyeing, and successfully blocked it. “Oh dear!” Ramya said, good- humouredly. “I’ll have to look for another opening now”.
Soma was back. “That man is now asking for food! After taking two hundred rupees also! Says he is hungry! I told him to go away but he is still there hanging on to the gate.” Her eyes flashed with indignation. Face muscles trembled. She was furious.
The two ladies shifted in their chairs in obvious discomfort. The events taking place was completely out of their comfort zone. Ramya’s inability to take control of the situation – putting people in their proper places – was creating unnecessary problems.
“So, give him something to eat” Ramya said calmly trying to placate Soma. “Then he will go”.
“What is there to give? I haven’t even started cooking!” barked Soma.
Ramya was beginning to lose her cool. “Surely there must be something you can find in this house that we can give a man who is hungry? Some left -over food from the fridge or even a few slices of bread!”
Soma stood her ground determined and obstinate “No there is nothing. Anyway, if we give him something to eat you can be sure he will be back tomorrow. Don’t say that I didn’t warn you!”
“Then give him a packet of biscuits from the cupboard in the pantry.” Soma was taken aback by Ramya’s tone of voice. Ramya noticed the dropped jaw and the widened eyes but ignored it. Yes, it was time Ramya took control and showed Soma who was boss. Soma left the room with no comment which was surprising, and Ramya returned her attention to the scrabble board.
There was a wicked gleam in Jenny’s eyes. Her lips twisted into a sarcastic smirk as she turned her face towards Wimala “Does Marie Antoinette come to mind? Give them cake if there’s no bread?”
Wimala broke into giggles. “This situation is turning into a comedy – bell ringing beggars being treated with packets of biscuits! Chocolate biscuits perhaps?” The sarcasm stung, but Ramya feigned indifference. “These things happen only in the up-market areas where the posh people live.”
Ramya’s amiability was ebbing and she sensed the anger welling up from deep within her. It was beginning to transmit catty messages to her brain. However, she bided her time waiting for the best opportunity to pounce. She was in control, and in no hurry. She took a deep breath and released it slowly, and calmed herself.
She joined in their laughter, although she was seething inside.
“Actually,” she said slowly, casually, “I am glad that the beggars who come here do ring the bell you know. It is better than the cacophony they used to create, with laud proclamations of their tales of woe…disturbing the whole neighbourhood! Ringing the bell is much more civilised.” She paused awhile, and taking her own time, added her scrabble word on to the board.
“I am surprised though, that they don’t ring your door bells!” she continued. “Perhaps, they feel that in the ‘up market areas’, as you put it, they should reciprocate the civility shown to them by behaving in a like manner?” A dead silence followed. Ramya was gleeful with the way she managed to deliver the vitriolic comment with seeming innocence.
She imagined – with amusement and delight – how the two would act once out of her sight.
“Who the hell does she think she is? How dare she insinuate that she is more civilised than us?”
“That bloody woman thinks no end of herself!”
Ramya swallowed a giggle and suppressed a smile. Yes, the two old biddies had been quite right. Some people needed to be put in their places!
The scrabble game was coming to an end. Wimala finished first, putting down all her letters on to the board, and began adding up the score. “Minus 4” said Jenny as she put down her unused letters on the table. Ramya had a single letter B left in her hand. As she said “Minus 3 for me,” she noticed the word DITCHES on the board. The game was over of course, but just for the fun of it, she picked up the letter D off the board and replaced it with the letter B in her hand, to make the word BITCHES. No one noticed it, but Ramya was triumphant.
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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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