At Colombo lake fishing by Mmoonlight. You really got me, I thought, funny beige jeep standing at the bank. Poor you Shingalese girl, what did you?

Held my breath. Kept my calm. Waited. Standing in the boat of mine, small, it could maintain my weight,  I felt heavy. Heavier than ever. Could not move my arms to row. Holding an oar to hold me like my spine. I do not worry. I trust my boat. I trust the oar, I trust my hand.