A three-year-old kid was sitting outside the labor room beside the doctor’s table. He was surprisingly calm and quiet. He seemed to enjoy the tea we had given him while his mother delivered her fourth child. He had no father or any known relative...
My Wanni stories are not over yet. There are still some things I have kept to myself. The story of Mydali is one of them. I met Mydali (not her real name) when I worked in Wanni. I am a Sinhalese. Mydali is Tamil. But with the help of the...