“Hurry up, Radhya!” Nishadhi’s impatient call made me snap out of my reverie. Her impatience was completely fair; I was stalling us both, and we had thousands of steps more to climb. We were still at the Dragon arch, which was located way beneath our destination, Adam's Peak. It was a pleasant April morning, with the sun being wonderfully lenient to not scorch us. The trek so far was simply enthralling. I got easily distracted by the magical glow of nature surrounding us. The trees were beaming at me, generously drizzling me with their green glimmer. “Oh, I drifted again, sorry” I gave an awkward smile to my best friend, Nishadhi, who was waiting for me impatiently a few feet ahead. It wasn’t my nature to get lost in my thoughts, but weirdly enough, that’s all I had been doing ever since we set afoot from Nallathanniya a couple of hours ago. We dreamt of this trip ever since we were kids. We became best friends when we were just twelve years old, on the brink of entering ou...
It was a gloomy Sunday. My mother tore me away from my warm, cozy blanket-heaven by dragging me from my feet off of the bed. Being the eldest, back then I was the only child of age to attend Sunday school, a fact that I utterly despised. Despite the gut feeling telling me that the day is going to be the worst ever so far, I begrudgingly did my morning routine, drowning in jealousy at my siblings who’d get to watch Tin-Tin in an hour or so. It is funny how sometimes a six year old can have a better grasp of worldly affairs than the adults, and my six year old self was of no exception. To this very date, I agree with that scrawny short haired chatterbox, that Sunday schools suck big time, period. I used to go to a prestigious Sunday school, which had a few thousands of students. It had three awful attributes, one, the morning assembly, two, the teachers and three, the prefects. The morning assembly, which I found stupid from the very first date that I went there was doomed to be stupider...