Opening the notebook
A personal notebook, left open.
The Happaholic is where I collect stories about adulthood, emotions, confusion, humour, and whatever else refuses to leave my head.
I’m an anti-traveller… Wait, no. I have travelled to a few places—but not really for the purpose of travelling. Wait, nope. I actually have travelled just to travel. Haaa… now I get it. Enough confusion. Let me start from the beginning. Growing up, my family rarely allowed me to travel because they believed it wasn’t
That day, Jaffna was facing a petrol crisis – the “so-called petrol crisis.”I had to log in to work at 9:30 a.m., but I was late.The day began with a heavy feeling. I was sad about being dependent on my siblings and dad for transport. I had zero money that day, so taking PickMe or
Recently, I participated in a Sri Lankan Tamil cinema discussion. Around twenty people were present but only four were women, including me. Two of them were there for academic research on women’s portrayal in Sri Lankan cinema and we were presented there with a name of official visit but with an interest in cinema. Even
Months ago, I was drowning.Depression was the only world I knew. That days were dark, quiet, and heavy. I smiled to pretend as I was okay, but everyone around me knew I wasn’t. And deep down, I believed I’d never be okay again. That was my world until August. Then came September – a month
There’s a story I want to share with you – about a bird and a butterfly. Once upon a time, there was a little bird living inside a golden cage hanging from a big tree. Around that tree bloomed many beautiful flower gardens. The garden owners cared for her deeply, they gave her fresh water
I was on my way back home, sitting in a nearly empty first-class train compartment.Just me and the silence filling the space between the stops. Through the glass window, clouds drifted by, slow and soft, each one reminding me of just one person… and a story that time never managed to blur. My mind, restless
Yesterday, sometime before afternoon, things were pure chaos at home. Mom was having one of those days. She walking around the hall, and blabbering about her fate. I could hear her from my room like a tragic radio broadcast. Dad was lost in his usual tasks in the verandah. Big bro was out there pretending
This year, no one pranked me on April 1st. Maybe everyone already knew that I have been fooled enough times, so they didn’t want to bother me. Or maybe they were too busy to remember. Either way, it doesn’t matter. This blog isn’t about April Fool’s. Today, a girl talked to me. She was hesitant
Fresh from the notebook
friendship
I’m an anti-traveller… Wait, no. I have travelled to a few places—but not really for the purpose of travelling. Wait, nope. I actually have travelled just to travel. Haaa… now I get it. Enough confusion. Let me start from the beginning. Growing up, my family rarely allowed me to travel because they believed it wasn’t
Feminism
That day, Jaffna was facing a petrol crisis – the “so-called petrol crisis.”I had to log in to work at 9:30 a.m., but I was late.The day began with a heavy feeling. I was sad about being dependent on my siblings and dad for transport. I had zero money that day, so taking PickMe or
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Recently, I participated in a Sri Lankan Tamil cinema discussion. Around twenty people were present but only four were women, including me. Two of them were there for academic research on women’s portrayal in Sri Lankan cinema and we were presented there with a name of official visit but with an interest in cinema. Even
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Months ago, I was drowning.Depression was the only world I knew. That days were dark, quiet, and heavy. I smiled to pretend as I was okay, but everyone around me knew I wasn’t. And deep down, I believed I’d never be okay again. That was my world until August. Then came September – a month
relationship
There’s a story I want to share with you – about a bird and a butterfly. Once upon a time, there was a little bird living inside a golden cage hanging from a big tree. Around that tree bloomed many beautiful flower gardens. The garden owners cared for her deeply, they gave her fresh water
relationship
I was on my way back home, sitting in a nearly empty first-class train compartment.Just me and the silence filling the space between the stops. Through the glass window, clouds drifted by, slow and soft, each one reminding me of just one person… and a story that time never managed to blur. My mind, restless
Random
Yesterday, sometime before afternoon, things were pure chaos at home. Mom was having one of those days. She walking around the hall, and blabbering about her fate. I could hear her from my room like a tragic radio broadcast. Dad was lost in his usual tasks in the verandah. Big bro was out there pretending
solitude
This year, no one pranked me on April 1st. Maybe everyone already knew that I have been fooled enough times, so they didn’t want to bother me. Or maybe they were too busy to remember. Either way, it doesn’t matter. This blog isn’t about April Fool’s. Today, a girl talked to me. She was hesitant
relationship
It was June 27, 2030, 7:40 a.m. The morning sun bathed the room in golden hues, casting its warmth into ‘Maitri‘ – their home. He was peacefully asleep while a soft, melodic voice filled the air. “Happy Birthday to you, Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday dear Papa… Happy birthday to you,” She entered the
philosophy
My name originates from a Hindu god’s name, so naturally, people subconsciously perceive me as a devoted Hindu. But the real shocker comes when they find out I’m actually agnostic – kind of an atheistic ideology. Enough of my self-explanation yapping. Is God a real concept? That’s a question everyone stumbles upon at some point