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The end of our marriage and Susil’s death

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by Sumi Moonesinghe narrated to Savithri Rodrigo

Anarkali who was in London, hadn’t yet arrived in Colombo for the Christmas holidays. I telephoned her saying Susil was safe and Susil too, spoke with her, assuring her that all was well. We then drove to Nawaloka Hospital where Chandrika was in surgery. Our architect and good friend Navin Gooneratne was also at the hospital keeping vigil, when at about 2 am, the doctor appeared and told us that Chandrika was alive and pulled through, but had sight only in one eye.

Our millennium party was held and true to her word, Aushi prepared a magnificent Christmas dinner with each of our 75 guests having the time of their lives. Anarkali had also arrived in Sri Lanka for the festivities. Aushi transformed our home and garden into a winter wonderland with the most beautiful, table and garden decor, making the evening most memorable. It was also good to see my credit card having been put to good use.

The war had now been continuing for nearly two decades and the populace seemed to be taking the exploding bombs and assassination of leaders as par for the course. Cultural and I religious festivities continued, students went to school and sat for their regular examinations and the wheels of commerce turned, albeit slowly. We knew there was a chance of a bomb exploding anywhere, anytime, but there was no point in worrying about it. Resilience eventually became a Sri Lankan hallmark. Life went on.

In January 2000, I asked both girls to return to London. While life was as normal as we could imagine, there was always danger and as I mentioned, Susil was also a target and by default, so were we.

After the girls left and we were back to our empty nest, Susil mentioned he was undertaking a pilgrimage to India. This was nothing unusual as we both had various charities that we supported and one or the other would go periodically to check on these.

Two of my projects were in Bodh Gaya – a school for disadvantaged children in the vicinity of the Mahabodhi Temple and a pilgrim’s rest. As was my habit, I sat on the bed and chatted with him while he packed. I remember asking him to check on the school construction as it was in the process of being completed.

I happened to glance at the clothes he had laid out. They were his best clothes, which I found rather unusual, since he was going on pilgrimage and didn’t need a fancy wardrobe. When I pointed this out, he said his cousin Mangala who was High Commissioner in New Delhi might be having a party. “It’s best I am prepared for these things,” he said. The explanation was good enough, although I reiterated that I wanted him to check on my school.

A few days after Susil returned from the pilgrimage and while having our usual chats, I asked him about the progress of the construction. “I couldn’t go to Bodh Gaya,” he said and refused to answer any more questions. I was a little angry but let it slide. These were small molehills that we must not build into mountains, I thought and let it be.

Life moved on and all seemed well. I was fully involved in the various charity projects that had fuelled my interest and Susil went about his work, being driven off in the car each morning. But the smooth passage of our lives were not to be and I learned of some incriminating telephone calls made in the car. Always used to tackling a problem head-on, I confronted Susil, who in turn did not lie but admitted he was having an affair. However, while I expected remorse or even some fault finding on his part, all he did was downplay the affair as normal behaviour. “This is what politicians do,” he said. “It’s typical behaviour. Look back at history or even now. This is common and not to be taken seriously.”

The initial shock was too much. I couldn’t quite believe this was happening. He was 70 years old! What was he thinking? But there was an inner strength that embraced my whole being at that point. I was not going to fight, argue or shout. I simply said, “I am leaving the country; but when I return on the first of June, I would like you to be gone from this house.” I booked a ticket to Hong Kong, packed my things and left the next morning. My sister Rohini joined me at the Shangri-La. I couldn’t bring myself to talk to anyone, not even to my two girls. It was the most painful day in my life.

However, when I did return, Susil had not moved out and was yet living at home. I was annoyed. I got his things packed and moved him to our Jawatte Road house. It didn’t hit me until then that the picture of our perfect family had just been shattered, just as that niggling premonition had alluded. Susil and I were now officially separated and a beautiful love story had just ended.

But remaining at home was an impossibility for me. I was raw, broken and the memories were too many. I had to escape. I took off to London deciding to spend a month with my girls. Anarkali was working at Merrill Lynch and Aushi was sitting for her university finals. I stayed with Aushi. I was in robot mode but being with them was therapeutic. They rallied round me, giving me lots of strength. I went car shopping and as a graduation gift, gave Aushi a soft top Mercedes Benz 180 C Class.

On the day of the graduation, I sat watching my daughter walk the stage to get her certificate, like any proud mum. The moment the ceremony was over, Aushi came running to me and presented me with the certificate, saying, “Ammi, I did it for you!” I was overwhelmed with happiness at that point, because after many days of feeling emotionally drained and wretched, I felt a cloud had lifted. I was capable of facing life again. My girls had made it so.

The graduation party was at Duke’s beautiful manor home in Somerset. Fifty of Aushi’s friends joined her in the celebrations. Although Susil didn’t come for the graduation, he did join the party but left the UK the same day as he was preparing for the general elections to be held in Sri Lanka. I returned to Sri Lanka with renewed strength. I had various charity projects in the pipeline and I was also on the board of National Development Bank which meant I was kept busy.

On November 14, 2001, my mother passed away at the age of 92. Susil had been appointed Sri Lanka’s Ambassador to Iran but flew down as soon as he heard the news. To my surprise, he took complete control of the funeral arrangements. However, he took his return flight out of Sri Lanka no sooner the funeral was over. Anarkali, who had also flown down from London for Amma’s funeral, happened to be on that same flight when she returned to London.

While I had regained some of my inner strength, when I separated from Susil, there was a feeling of numbness that remained ingrained in me for a long time. The deadness I felt inside of me continued, even when many years later, I heard that Susil was gravely ill in Kandy. I made arrangements to ensure he was comfortable and had the best medical care possible, but I chose not to communicate with him at all.

Susil passed away on November 30, 2012 at the age of 82. I had the funeral at our home in Albert Crescent because I wanted my girls to have proper closure and bid goodbye to their father from the family home. My major-domo Kumar, whose efficiency is truly amazing, stepped up and made sure the mourners who came in large numbers were well looked after with the hospitality we were always known for.

The day after the funeral, I took a flight out to the Turks and Caicos Islands with my sister Roni, to attend a friend’s son’s wedding. It was Anarkali who handled the seventh day almsgiving.

It took quite some time but eventually I came to terms with my pain and my sorrow, somehow letting the witches fly away and retaining the sweet memories of our good times. Two ecades on from our separation and eight years after Susil has passed, as I recount this memoir, I am very much at peace with him and with myself.



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US’ anti-migrant stance set to intensify tensions in Western camp

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Migrant boats land on Western beaches. Credit: PA

The announcement by the US authorities of an anti-migrant stance during a recent commemoration in France of the epochal D-Day Landings of June 6, 1944, ought to strike impartial observers as a supreme irony. Whereas what should have been expected was a vibrant celebration of the beginning of the process of Western Europe freeing itself decisively from Nazi or fascist control during the crucial stages of World War Two, this was not to be.

What the world heard instead was a call to contemporary Western Europe to arm itself against a seemingly rising and threatening migrant presence in the region. In other words, the migrant must be despised and ‘shown the door’.

Instead of a commemoration that rejoiced in the flourishing of liberal democracy and its values what one got was a strong affirmation of fascism and racial chauvinism. US Defense Secretary Pete Hegseth vented his spleen against the migrant or foreigner presence in Europe reportedly thus: ‘Sadly today different European beaches are stormed by different dangerous ideologies.’ To ‘beaches in Spain and Italy and Greece and Bulgaria, boats and men arrive. When will European capitals do something about that invasion?’

While at the outbreak of World War Two it was Nazi Germany that was doing the invading and bringing some principal European countries under its suzerainty, this time around we are being given to understand that it’s migrants to the West who are seeking to colonize the latter. It goes without saying that such inflammatory rhetoric would have the deleterious effect of keeping racial tensions alive in the West and jeopardize all possibilities of the countries concerned cementing and maintaining social stability.

The Trump administration gives the impression of taking a leaf from the politically underdeveloped regions of the South to keep the US polity stable and united. In South Asia, for instance, we are not short of ambitious demagogues who use what is referred to as the ‘race card’ to gather unto themselves a following and thereby further their political fortunes. By seeking to stir and sustain anti-migrant hysteria, the Trump administration is also essentially replicating Nazi Germany’s policy of anti-Semitism. That is, fascism is very much alive in the US under President Trump.

Such efforts at churning racial hysteria at this juncture in the US should not come as a surprise. For all intents and purposes, the Trump administration is nowhere near achieving its aims in West Asia, for instance, in the short term. It has failed to bring Iran down to its knees, as it hoped to do, but is adopting the expedient of keeping the world guessing and confused on what it is doing in the region, since it cannot withdraw from the theatre in a hurry without losing face.

While perhaps working out an escape strategy the Trump administration it seems, is hoping to maintain its following at home intact and silent by playing on their racial biases and insecurities. Hence, the anti-foreigner campaign.

Simultaneously, the Trump administration will need to keep a close eye on how economic pressures on the domestic front are panning out. Anti-administration sentiments first break to the surface at meal tables. On this score, the news cannot be good because the average US family’s spending power ought to be shrinking on account of rising energy and oil prices. Consequently, it would not be a bad idea to keep the attention of the US consumer diverted by adeptly playing ‘the race card’; once again, lessons from intellectually bankrupt Southern politicians are coming in handy.

To be sure such comparisons many politicians in vibrantly democratic countries would find quite unflattering. But the stark truth is that racism cannot be tolerated in civilized societies and those politicians who resort to it risk being branded as racists of the first degree. In fact they could be seen as being on par with the likes of German dictator Adolph Hitler and his close collaborators.

However, on the question of migrant policy the Trump administration would likely be at polar opposites with the most vibrant of liberal democracies of the West. This will be the case with the UK, France and Italy for instance. The latter continue to keep their doors open to legal migrants and they are likely to view a virtual blanket ban on migrants as reprehensible.

Moreover, in the foremost democracies of the West debates are vibrantly ongoing on the need to keep racism or any hint of it completely outlawed in the public plane. There is the case of the UK, for instance, where the authorities continue to emphatically pinpoint their adherence to the principle of anti-racism in the conduct of public affairs.

One proof of the above was the parliamentary debate relating to the killing of 18-year-old Henry Nowak in Southampton. Police handling of the victim came in for sharp scrutiny by particularly the opposition in the House of Commons but there seemed to be a consensus over the main political divide that the matter should not be politicized.

Moreover, the UK authorities stressed in the House the government’s strict adherence to the policy of non-racism. It was also pointed out that British institutions set up to manage racism at the national, county and neighbourhood levels, for example, were very much intact. In fact, Sri Lanka could gain considerably by studying and implementing locally, legislation modeled on the relevant UK laws if it is in earnest when it speaks of ‘reconciliation’.

Accordingly, it is highly unlikely that Western Europe would ‘cave in’, so to speak, to US pressure on issues related to migration. The liberal democracies of Western Europe in particular would remain for the foreseeable future migrant-welcoming, multi-ethnic and plural democracies.

Nor is it likely that Western Europe would be passively receptive to US demands that it drastically increases its defense spending to meet the latter’s aims. Within the Western fold the EU is remaining committed to backing Ukraine, for instance, in its ongoing armed resistance to the Russian invasion and it is not giving any indication of being deferent to US pressure.

However, although tensions would continue to bristle within US-Western Europe relations on the above and numerous other matters of contention it would be far too premature to announce a parting of company between the two sections of the West. In that sense, the post-World War Two order remains essentially intact. There are still many things in common between the two, particular on the economic plane, that will ensure the continuance of the partnership.

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A decade among Yala’s ghosts of gold

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YM75 "James" surveys his territory from a tree-top vantage point, demonstrating the leopard's commanding presence in the landscape.

The first rays of dawn creep over the ancient rocks of Yala. The Indian Ocean glimmers in the distance, and the wilderness slowly awakens. Somewhere amid the scrub jungle, a pair of amber eyes scans the landscape.

For wildlife conservationist and leopard researcher Milinda Wattegedara, moments such as these have defined more than a decade of dedication to one of Sri Lanka’s most iconic creatures—the Sri Lankan leopard.

What began as fascination evolved into a remarkable conservation journey that has transformed the understanding of Yala’s leopard population and placed Sri Lanka firmly on the global wildlife research map.

“Long before I ever lifted a camera, leopards had already captured my imagination,” says Wattegedara. “What fascinated me was not merely their beauty but the complexity of their lives—their hunting strategies, movements, reproductive behaviour and their remarkable ability to adapt to changing environments.”

That fascination led to the birth of the Yala Leopard Diary in 2013, an ambitious long-term project dedicated to documenting individual leopards and unraveling the mysteries surrounding their lives.

For many visitors, a leopard sighting is a fleeting thrill. For Wattegedara and his team, every encounter is a chapter in an ongoing scientific story.

“Each photograph was never the end of an encounter,” he explains. “It was the beginning of deeper questions. How did a particular leopard use the landscape? How did its behaviour change with the seasons? What environmental pressures shaped its decisions?”

These questions drove years of meticulous fieldwork. Every sighting was carefully recorded with details including location, habitat, behaviour, date and time. Photographs were analysed to identify individual animals through unique spot patterns, allowing researchers to distinguish one leopard from another with remarkable accuracy.

What followed was groundbreaking.

YF77 “Shelly” pauses in quiet observation, embodying the alertness
and grace that define Yala’s leopard population.

From 2013 to 2026, the Yala Leopard Diary identified an astonishing 189 individual leopards within the Yala Block 1. The research revealed a leopard density of approximately 0.524 leopards per square kilometre, making Yala one of the highest leopard-density landscapes ever recorded anywhere in the world.

Such findings have elevated Yala’s status among global wildlife researchers.

Nestled between the Indian Ocean and a mosaic of habitats, ranging from rocky outcrops to dense scrub forests, Yala offers an ecological stage unlike any other.

Here, leopards are photographed silhouetted against ocean horizons, perched atop ancient granite formations, resting on tree branches and stalking prey across sunlit grasslands.

The images tell stories of extraordinary lives.

There is Haminee, a devoted mother navigating the challenges of raising cubs in a competitive landscape. There is Lucas, one of Yala’s most frequently documented males, striding confidently across the Gonalabba Plains with the vast ocean forming an unforgettable backdrop.

There is Ruki demonstrating the species’ incredible strength by hoisting prey onto branches, and Shelly, quietly surveying her surroundings in a moment of feline vigilance.

Together, these individuals have become familiar characters in a living wilderness drama.

YM31 “Ruki” secures prey on a branch, illustrating the remarkable strength and coordination of the Sri Lankan leopard.

Recognising the immense value of long-term documentation, Wattegedara joined forces with fellow researchers Dushyantha Silva, Raveendra Siriwardana and Mevan Piyasena to establish the Yala Leopard Centre in 2020.

Located at the Palatupana entrance to the Yala National Park, the centre is believed to be the world’s first information facility dedicated exclusively to leopards.

“The centre serves as a repository of knowledge, accumulated through years of observation and research,” Wattegedara says. “Our goal is to connect visitors with the science behind conservation and foster a deeper appreciation of these magnificent animals.”

The project’s impact extends far beyond Sri Lanka’s borders.

Research arising from the Yala Leopard Diary has been published in internationally recognised scientific journals. One study introduced an innovative framework for identifying individual leopards, while another documented an extraordinary and previously unrecorded case of a leopard cub being consecutively adopted by two different adult females—first a relative and later an unrelated leopardess.

The discovery attracted international scientific attention and highlighted the complexity of leopard social behaviour.

Yet for Wattegedara, the most important lesson remains one of humility.

“One conclusion has become increasingly clear,” he reflects. “Our understanding of these leopards remains far from complete. We are only beginning to understand how they live, adapt and persist in one of Sri Lanka’s most dynamic protected landscapes.”

YF15 “Hope” descends Rukvila Rock at dawn, showcasing the agility and adaptability of Yala’s leopards.

His words underscore an essential conservation truth: the more we learn about nature, the more mysteries emerge.

As Sri Lanka navigates growing environmental challenges, the Yala Leopard Diary stands as a shining example of what sustained observation, scientific curiosity and public engagement can achieve.

Beyond the stunning photographs and remarkable sightings lies something even more valuable—a growing body of knowledge capable of informing future conservation decisions and ensuring that future generations inherit a wilderness where leopards continue to roam free.

For more than a decade, Wattegedara and his colleagues have followed the tracks of Yala’s elusive predators through dust, rain and scorching heat.

Their work has revealed that every leopard has a story, every sighting has significance and every photograph can contribute to conservation.

And perhaps, most importantly, it has reminded us that the golden ghosts of Yala still have many secrets left to share.

By Ifham Nizam

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Glamour, music and community spirit …

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Sri Lankans are quite active, all around the globe.

News has just come my way, from Glasgow, in Scotland, where the glamour of masks, music, dancing, and community spirit, came together, in spectacular fashion, at Masquerade Night, bringing together members of the Sri Lankan community for an evening filled with music, fashion, food and entertainment.

Organised by Mahesh Balaaratchi (DJ Mowgli) together with Sulochana Asmone, Hiroshini, Prasad, Ashi, and Shawn, the evening provided guests with an opportunity to socialise, enjoy live entertainment, and celebrate in a unique and elegant setting.

Guests arrived from 6:00 pm, dressed in formal attire and decorative masks, creating a colourful and vibrant atmosphere throughout the venue.

DJ Mowgli: The main
organiser of
Masquerade Night

There was a delicious selection of Sri Lankan cuisine and street food, which proved popular throughout the evening.

The buffet offered a variety of traditional favourites, giving attendees a taste of home while adding to the festive atmosphere.

Entertainment was provided by DJ Mowgli, whose performance kept the audience engaged throughout the night. His playlist featured a mixture of popular favourites, dance classics, and cultural music, remixed for a younger generation.

One of the highlights of the evening was the Baila session, which brought a distinctly Sri Lankan flavour to the event.

The Baila segment highlighted the importance of preserving and celebrating cultural traditions, while bringing people together through music and dance.

As familiar rhythms filled the room, guests enthusiastically took to the dance floor, creating one of the most memorable moments of the night.

The crowd was described as lively, energetic, and welcoming, with attendees embracing the spirit of the masquerade theme while enjoying the opportunity to reconnect with friends and meet new people. The family-friendly atmosphere ensured that guests of all ages could take part in the celebrations.

The festivities continued until midnight and included a range of competitions and entertainment.

Children and adults alike participated in fashion shows, while guests competed for awards in several ‘Best Dressed’ categories.

The creativity and effort displayed in both costumes and formal wear added an extra layer of excitement to the evening.

As the final songs played and guests prepared to leave, many were already looking forward to the next Event Night.

The evening’s proceedings were handled by Sam, Mahela and Isuru.

Their enthusiasm reflected the growing popularity of these gatherings and their increasing importance, within the local community calendar.

A series of community events has continued to grow in popularity among the Sri Lankans in Glasgow, with Halloween Night coming up on 31st October.

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