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Two girls
Fathima & I
We were Montessori friends
She’s a Muslim, I am a Buddhist
She always had Mehendi on hands
That was the only difference,
We danced for a concert
She was the Flower, I was the Butterfly.
That was quite a show!
"රන්වන් පාටයි සමනළයා
රෝස මලේ පැණි බීල ගියා
ආයිත් ඒවිද ඒ සමනළයා
මල්වල පැණි බොන්ටා "
I did not meet her after Montessori days
I met her suddenly one day
We were 24 years old.
She was an English teacher, I was still at University
She was worried about her marriage:
“You know the girls in my age, all married
& having children,
I am too late for everything”
She talked about Quran, I talked about Feminism
I said I


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