As long as, the rest of the world was aligned with my expectations, I was perfectly at peace with the world. However, the rest of the world was often unkind and reminded me that I cannot always expect conformity.

Gradually I began to realize that conformity was synonymous with monotony. Sri Lanka, our motherland we all live in, by choice or out of obligation, FOR what she has done to us, is never a monotony. We are colourful, we are bountiful in what we reap and what we rope in.  We are the plains and we are the majestic hills.  We are the slow-moving streams and we sometimes are the cascading waterfalls.  We are the arid Mannars yet the Rain soaked Watawalas at the same time. Just like its geography, as a nation, we are different, yet beautiful.

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