Upon A Sleepless Isle

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The first essay I ever wrote, way back in Grade 2, was on one dour very rare family trips to the hill country. My mother sat with me for hours and introduced me to basic sentence structure, elegant variation and the meaning of the word picturesque". Thank you, Amma. And thank you, Thaththa, for teaching me how to strive, Sylvana and Manelka - your encouragement has been such a source of strength.

To friends and family who read chapters or chunks - Damith Sabah, Tom, Sid V, Mel, Ben, Elijah, Ahilan, Ceri and especially Niren, who read the whole thing my deepest thanks. Shehan, who tolerated my pathetic sob sessions when I thought it was going badly - I'm grateful for that too.

To Shruti, who urged me to give the book a brain, and a heart - I appreciate your interventions immensely.

Erena, I don't really know how to put my profound gratitude to you on paper. How can I thank you for one specific thing, when there is such a multitude of things? Beyond everything you did to make this book happen (you moved mountains), you see me at my lowest and still choose to fill my life with joy. Thank you.