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My Grandmother in her Kitchen
Jayantha Perera’s delightful article in last Sunday’s Island about how his grandmother made jaadi in her Paiyagala home was absorbingly interesting, nostalgic too. He said he still smells that extra pungent kind of dried fish which when fried was the best of a meal. Reading his article, a conjured up curry smell wafted below my nose – not jaadi though. Accompanying the whiff was a vision that passed through my remembering mind: my maternal grandmother in her warm kitchen.
Their home
My maternal grandparents lived in Boyagama, one mile from Peradeniya. The house had an open verandah supported by four tall white columns which had the less decorative Ionic ornate tops. The middle door led to my Aththa’s domain: sitting room, office, bedroom, dining room with a shrine room tucked beside it. The door at the left led to a newly built wing lived in by two uncles. The right hand door led to the vee maduwa – a large room with cupboards above for storing paddy.
This led to the pantry beside which on one side were three bedrooms and on the opposite side the kitchen. The doors leading from the verandah were used by relatives and respected visitors A side door to the paddy stocked room was used by the upper echelon of servers. A door from the back yard opening into the pantry was for manual labourers and servants. A fourth door led to the place where paddy was pound which was adjacent to the meda midula and used by the padu women who converted paddy grain to rice using mortar and pestle.
While Aththa lived in comfort and had as his domain a Yati Nuwara Korale, Amma as we called our grandmother, mother being Mamma, ruled her kitchen area. We should have called her Aththa or Athamma but my siblings and I used this more intimate term.
The kitchen proper was a large room with a cowdunged floor and five hearths build at floor level along one wall. Above this was the dum messa with hoisted up mats and such like, also tucked in the corner a kurini petti of delicacies and bundles of jaggery, treacle tied up in arecanut spathes – absolutely non porous and non spilly. Especially when grandchildren were holidaying, a cupboard in the pantry had containers of sweets – kavun, aggala, and lots of other goodies, the crème de la crème being of course, unduvel.
Our Amma (Athamma really) was a small, very fair, eternally active person always neatly dressed in a sari with jacket, bodice and petticoat festooned with hand crotched lace. Aththa was very tall, very imposing with a flowing beard and dressed in a Palayakat sarong at home with a silver havadiya wound many times around his waist. Going out he wore a tweed cloth and coat with a watch in one pocket. She too would dress herself to the nines when she went for a wedding. I saw her once thus, in a rich Indian silk, decked in jewellery made by the galadda (goldsmith caste), seated on the verandah of the house.
THE Kitchen
It’s her kitchen I mean to write about and culinary specialties. I mentioned the ground level hearths. The last one to the left was always kept glowing with paddy husks (dahaiya) alight. Over it hung a black kettle, eternally on the boil. The room was large and always rather smoky but we loved the comfort and warmth within with a fat cook woman and one or two young girls bustling around.
The latter were my friends. They’d sneak in bringing us three siblings a saucer of blobs of semisolid jaggery as it was being made. When oil was extracted by stirring for long scraped coconut or king coconut kernel over a fire, the residue was a dream tasty sludge. This was supposed to upset one’s stomach but the kitchen friends would smuggle this delicacy too, to us.
All the coconut oil needed for cooking and hair dressing was made in-house, so also treacle and jaggery. Not much sugar was bought. A man of the panna caste (learnt much later) would climb the few kitul trees in the vast compound and tap the inflorescences. Amma would give us a cup each of the thelijja – newly brought down, unfermented sap. She considered it healthy and she was right, even though vitamins and such like were not known to her. This was boiled down and treacle made, or boiled longer till it became semisolid and poured into moulds to produce ‘sophisticated’ patterned jaggery or in cleaned half coconut shells to harden into hakuru bewas.
The vegetable garden and dairy were under grandmother’s jurisdiction. True, most of the vegetables needed including chilies, lime and tomato were home grown but potato, onions of both kinds, garlic, salt and some other stuff like dried fish was bought from P S Fernando Store in Kandy. Spices – cardamom nutmeg, cloves, ginger, tamarind – were home grown; cinnamon bought.
A milk giving cow was always in the dairy but when one of his daughters was expecting a baby, Aththa would buy a cow to yield milk of the correct consistency for the new mother so she could breast feed her infant. The milking man not arriving one day and the udder full cow mooing, grandmother took the milking pail and went to the cow, placed the stool beside her, sat on it, and was about to stretch her hands to the cow’s underside when the creature gave a hefty kick sending poor Amma somersaulting and landing very undignified. Women ran to her rescue. Aththa did not have to tell her the dairy was not within her rule!
Curries Polos,
the young jak fruit, was selected from trees known to yield super fruits for cooking. The skin was sliced off, the inside cut into right sized pieces and plenty of coconut milk and condiments used in the curry. I don’t remember how Grandmother did it but my sister would tie all the spices in a cloth bag and let it be boiled with the pieces of polos. An absolutely aromatic ambula had to have the pieces of immature jak reddish in colour, of the very correct softness, and the gravy, red, with a film of oil on top, with of course a delicious smell emanating.
The major elements that turned out such a curry were ath guna–skill and good luck of the cooking person – and the seasoned pot being placed overnight on a glowing dahaiya hearth. Usually the cooking was done outdoors since the pot was extra large, but the final simmering was indoors. A little before the curry was fully cooked, pieces of coconut about two inches long were thrown into the pot.
Two other special curries were katu puhul –a spicy curry of chunky pieces of ash pumpkin which was rid of its skin whole, then vigorously pricked with a fork and cut to pieces. The redish gravy was excellent. A kind of ala kola, large leaves off a marsh plant were picked, washed, rolled into cigar shapes, sun dried and then cooked dry. These two curries with others like karola badun were a must when rice and curry was taken to a relative’s home in a kurini pettiya – reed woven, circular containers.
Served Lunch
I have to mention how the Queen of the Mahagedera kussiya served lunch. We had dinner at table, serving ourselves or being served. Breakfast too which was invariably kiributh made in different forms, like blobs rolled in cut arecanut spathes with polpani inside. But lunch was different in the way it was laid out for us. Grandfather had his lunch in his domain, dished out separately in fine china, table laid with silver cutlery. He did not use his fingers when eating by himself. He would invite us kids but we shied away. Amma’s domain was best for meals.
Maybe there were many outsiders for lunch. Vast amounts of rice and curry were cooked. The kitchen helping girls would lay out the plates: fine china for uncles and any visitors, decorative china soup bowls for Mother and aunts present, and bakelight plates for us kids. The servants had belek pigang. I shudder now but it went unnoticed then – the way it was and not complained about – round shaped arecanut spathes for the rice pounding padu women and garden working men.
Grandmother would sit on a stool surrounded by these plates laid on a mat on the ground. The rice thambaheliya (brass pot) would be overturned on a washed, woven square mat with raised sides and the rice evened with a spoon. Then Grandma would ladle the rice to the plates, and the cook woman the curries. The kitchen was filled with delicious aromas and we kids sat on very low kolombas with three legged stools holding our plates.
Those were the days, my friends and Ajantha Perera, of spacious living, ordered and secure. Corruption was not heard of; arguments and fights mild and easily settled; politics left severely to politicians and persons knowing their place and work to be done. However, the caste system accepted by all was an unjust aberration; not even those who were deemed of low caste seemed to notice discrimination. Free education and marching time fortuitously did away with this ignominious societal blemish.
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Challenges faced by the media in South Asia in fostering regionalism
SAARC or the South Asian Association for Regional Cooperation has been declared ‘dead’ by some sections in South Asia and the idea seems to be catching on. Over the years the evidence seems to have been building that this is so, but a matter that requires thorough probing is whether the media in South Asia, given the vital part it could play in fostering regional amity, has had a role too in bringing about SAARC’s apparent demise.
That South Asian governments have had a hand in the ‘SAARC debacle’ is plain to see. For example, it is beyond doubt that the India-Pakistan rivalry has invariably got in the way, particularly over the past 15 years or thereabouts, of the Indian and Pakistani governments sitting at the negotiating table and in a spirit of reconciliation resolving the vexatious issues growing out of the SAARC exercise. The inaction had a paralyzing effect on the organization.
Unfortunately the rest of South Asian governments too have not seen it to be in the collective interest of the region to explore ways of jump-starting the SAARC process and sustaining it. That is, a lack of statesmanship on the part of the SAARC Eight is clearly in evidence. Narrow national interests have been allowed to hijack and derail the cooperative process that ought to be at the heart of the SAARC initiative.
However, a dimension that has hitherto gone comparatively unaddressed is the largely negative role sections of the media in the SAARC region could play in debilitating regional cooperation and amity. We had some thought-provoking ‘takes’ on this question recently from Roman Gautam, the editor of ‘Himal Southasian’.
Gautam was delivering the third of talks on February 2nd in the RCSS Strategic Dialogue Series under the aegis of the Regional Centre for Strategic Studies, Colombo, at the latter’s conference hall. The forum was ably presided over by RCSS Executive Director and Ambassador (Retd.) Ravinatha Aryasinha who, among other things, ensured lively participation on the part of the attendees at the Q&A which followed the main presentation. The talk was titled, ‘Where does the media stand in connecting (or dividing) Southasia?’.
Gautam singled out those sections of the Indian media that are tamely subservient to Indian governments, including those that are professedly independent, for the glaring lack of, among other things, regionalism or collective amity within South Asia. These sections of the media, it was pointed out, pander easily to the narratives framed by the Indian centre on developments in the region and fall easy prey, as it were, to the nationalist forces that are supportive of the latter. Consequently, divisive forces within the region receive a boost which is hugely detrimental to regional cooperation.
Two cases in point, Gautam pointed out, were the recent political upheavals in Nepal and Bangladesh. In each of these cases stray opinions favorable to India voiced by a few participants in the relevant protests were clung on to by sections of the Indian media covering these trouble spots. In the case of Nepal, to consider one example, a young protester’s single comment to the effect that Nepal too needed a firm leader like Indian Prime Minister Narendra Modi was seized upon by the Indian media and fed to audiences at home in a sensational, exaggerated fashion. No effort was made by the Indian media to canvass more opinions on this matter or to extensively research the issue.
In the case of Bangladesh, widely held rumours that the Hindus in the country were being hunted and killed, pogrom fashion, and that the crisis was all about this was propagated by the relevant sections of the Indian media. This was a clear pandering to religious extremist sentiment in India. Once again, essentially hearsay stories were given prominence with hardly any effort at understanding what the crisis was really all about. There is no doubt that anti-Muslim sentiment in India would have been further fueled.
Gautam was of the view that, in the main, it is fear of victimization of the relevant sections of the media by the Indian centre and anxiety over financial reprisals and like punitive measures by the latter that prompted the media to frame their narratives in these terms. It is important to keep in mind these ‘structures’ within which the Indian media works, we were told. The issue in other words, is a question of the media completely subjugating themselves to the ruling powers.
Basically, the need for financial survival on the part of the Indian media, it was pointed out, prompted it to subscribe to the prejudices and partialities of the Indian centre. A failure to abide by the official line could spell financial ruin for the media.
A principal question that occurred to this columnist was whether the ‘Indian media’ referred to by Gautam referred to the totality of the Indian media or whether he had in mind some divisive, chauvinistic and narrow-based elements within it. If the latter is the case it would not be fair to generalize one’s comments to cover the entirety of the Indian media. Nevertheless, it is a matter for further research.
However, an overall point made by the speaker that as a result of the above referred to negative media practices South Asian regionalism has suffered badly needs to be taken. Certainly, as matters stand currently, there is a very real information gap about South Asian realities among South Asian publics and harmful media practices account considerably for such ignorance which gets in the way of South Asian cooperation and amity.
Moreover, divisive, chauvinistic media are widespread and active in South Asia. Sri Lanka has a fair share of this species of media and the latter are not doing the country any good, leave alone the region. All in all, the democratic spirit has gone well into decline all over the region.
The above is a huge problem that needs to be managed reflectively by democratic rulers and their allied publics in South Asia and the region’s more enlightened media could play a constructive role in taking up this challenge. The latter need to take the initiative to come together and deliberate on the questions at hand. To succeed in such efforts they do not need the backing of governments. What is of paramount importance is the vision and grit to go the extra mile.
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When the Wetland spoke after dusk
By Ifham Nizam
As the sun softened over Colombo and the city’s familiar noise began to loosen its grip, the Beddagana Wetland Park prepared for its quieter hour — the hour when wetlands speak in their own language.
World Wetlands Day was marked a little early this year, but time felt irrelevant at Beddagana. Nature lovers, students, scientists and seekers gathered not for a ceremony, but for listening. Partnering with Park authorities, Dilmah Conservation opened the wetland as a living classroom, inviting more than a 100 participants to step gently into an ecosystem that survives — and protects — a capital city.
Wetlands, it became clear, are not places of stillness. They are places of conversation.
Beyond the surface
In daylight, Beddagana appears serene — open water stitched with reeds, dragonflies hovering above green mirrors.
Yet beneath the surface lies an intricate architecture of life. Wetlands are not defined by water alone, but by relationships: fungi breaking down matter, insects pollinating and feeding, amphibians calling across seasons, birds nesting and mammals moving quietly between shadows.
Participants learned this not through lectures alone, but through touch, sound and careful observation. Simple water testing kits revealed the chemistry of urban survival. Camera traps hinted at lives lived mostly unseen.
Demonstrations of mist netting and cage trapping unfolded with care, revealing how science approaches nature not as an intruder, but as a listener.
Again and again, the lesson returned: nothing here exists in isolation.
Learning to listen
Perhaps the most profound discovery of the day was sound.
Wetlands speak constantly, but human ears are rarely tuned to their frequency. Researchers guided participants through the wetland’s soundscape — teaching them to recognise the rhythms of frogs, the punctuation of insects, the layered calls of birds settling for night.
Then came the inaudible made audible. Bat detectors translated ultrasonic echolocation into sound, turning invisible flight into pulses and clicks. Faces lit up with surprise. The air, once assumed empty, was suddenly full.
It was a moment of humility — proof that much of nature’s story unfolds beyond human perception.

Sethil on camera trapping
The city’s quiet protectors
Environmental researcher Narmadha Dangampola offered an image that lingered long after her words ended. Wetlands, she said, are like kidneys.
“They filter, cleanse and regulate,” she explained. “They protect the body of the city.”
Her analogy felt especially fitting at Beddagana, where concrete edges meet wild water.
She shared a rare confirmation: the Collared Scops Owl, unseen here for eight years, has returned — a fragile signal that when habitats are protected, life remembers the way back.
Small lives, large meanings
Professor Shaminda Fernando turned attention to creatures rarely celebrated. Small mammals — shy, fast, easily overlooked — are among the wetland’s most honest messengers.
Using Sherman traps, he demonstrated how scientists read these animals for clues: changes in numbers, movements, health.
In fragmented urban landscapes, small mammals speak early, he said. They warn before silence arrives.
Their presence, he reminded participants, is not incidental. It is evidence of balance.

Narmadha on water testing pH level
Wings in the dark
As twilight thickened, Dr. Tharaka Kusuminda introduced mist netting — fine, almost invisible nets used in bat research.
He spoke firmly about ethics and care, reminding all present that knowledge must never come at the cost of harm.
Bats, he said, are guardians of the night: pollinators, seed dispersers, controllers of insects. Misunderstood, often feared, yet indispensable.
“Handle them wrongly,” he cautioned, “and we lose more than data. We lose trust — between science and life.”
The missing voice
One of the evening’s quiet revelations came from Sanoj Wijayasekara, who spoke not of what is known, but of what is absent.
In other parts of the region — in India and beyond — researchers have recorded female frogs calling during reproduction. In Sri Lanka, no such call has yet been documented.
The silence, he suggested, may not be biological. It may be human.
“Perhaps we have not listened long enough,” he reflected.
The wetland, suddenly, felt like an unfinished manuscript — its pages alive with sound, waiting for patience rather than haste.
The overlooked brilliance of moths
Night drew moths into the light, and with them, a lesson from Nuwan Chathuranga. Moths, he said, are underestimated archivists of environmental change. Their diversity reveals air quality, plant health, climate shifts.
As wings brushed the darkness, it became clear that beauty often arrives quietly, without invitation.

Sanoj on female frogs
Coexisting with the wild
Ashan Thudugala spoke of coexistence — a word often used, rarely practiced. Living alongside wildlife, he said, begins with understanding, not fear.
From there, Sethil Muhandiram widened the lens, speaking of Sri Lanka’s apex predator. Leopards, identified by their unique rosette patterns, are studied not to dominate, but to understand.
Science, he showed, is an act of respect.
Even in a wetland without leopards, the message held: knowledge is how coexistence survives.
When night takes over
Then came the walk: As the city dimmed, Beddagana brightened. Fireflies stitched light into darkness. Frogs called across water. Fish moved beneath reflections. Insects swarmed gently, insistently. Camera traps blinked. Acoustic monitors listened patiently.
Those walking felt it — the sense that the wetland was no longer being observed, but revealed.
For many, it was the first time nature did not feel distant.

Faunal diversity at the Beddagana Wetland Park
A global distinction, a local duty
Beddagana stands at the heart of a larger truth. Because of this wetland and the wider network around it, Colombo is the first capital city in the world recognised as a Ramsar Wetland City.
It is an honour that carries obligation. Urban wetlands are fragile. They disappear quietly. Their loss is often noticed only when floods arrive, water turns toxic, or silence settles where sound once lived.
Commitment in action
For Dilmah Conservation, this night was not symbolic.
Speaking on behalf of the organisation, Rishan Sampath said conservation must move beyond intention into experience.
“People protect what they understand,” he said. “And they understand what they experience.”
The Beddagana initiative, he noted, is part of a larger effort to place science, education and community at the centre of conservation.
Listening forward
As participants left — students from Colombo, Moratuwa and Sabaragamuwa universities, school environmental groups, citizens newly attentive — the wetland remained.
It filtered water. It cooled air. It held life.
World Wetlands Day passed quietly. But at Beddagana, something remained louder than celebration — a reminder that in the heart of the city, nature is still speaking.
The question is no longer whether wetlands matter.
It is whether we are finally listening.
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Cuteefly … for your Valentine
Valentine’s Day is all about spreading love and appreciation, and it is a mega scene on 14th February.
People usually shower their loved ones with gifts, flowers (especially roses), and sweet treats.
Couples often plan romantic dinners or getaways, while singles might treat themselves to self-care or hang out with friends.
It’s a day to express feelings, share love, and make memories, and that’s exactly what Indunil Kaushalya Dissanayaka, of Cuteefly fame, is working on.
She has come up with a novel way of making that special someone extra special on Valentine’s Day.

Indunil is known for her scented and beautifully turned out candles, under the brand name Cuteefly, and we highlighted her creativeness in The Island of 27th November, 2025.
She is now working enthusiastically on her Valentine’s Day candles and has already come up with various designs.
“What I’ve turned out I’m certain will give lots of happiness to the receiver,” said Indunil, with confidence.
In addition to her own designs, she says she can make beautiful candles, the way the customer wants it done and according to their budget, as well.
Customers can also add anything they want to the existing candles, created by Indunil, and make them into gift packs.
Another special feature of Cuteefly is that you can get them to deliver the gifts … and surprise that special someone on Valentine’s Day.
Indunil was originally doing the usual 9 to 5 job but found it kind of boring, and then decided to venture into a scene that caught her interest, and brought out her hidden talent … candle making
And her scented candles, under the brand ‘Cuteefly,’ are already scorching hot, not only locally, but abroad, as well, in countries like Canada, Dubai, Sweden and Japan.
“I give top priority to customer satisfaction and so I do my creative work with great care, without any shortcomings, to ensure that my customers have nothing to complain about.”
Indunil creates candles for any occasion – weddings, get-togethers, for mental concentration, to calm the mind, home decorations, as gifts, for various religious ceremonies, etc.
In addition to her candle business, Indunil is also a singer, teacher, fashion designer, and councellor but due to the heavy workload, connected with her candle business, she says she can hardly find any time to devote to her other talents.
Indunil could be contacted on 077 8506066, Facebook page – Cuteefly, Tiktok– Cuteefly_tik, and Instagram – Cuteeflyofficial.
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