Going off the grid for a while. It’s an odd realisation that I’m in one of my homes right now, a human fully being, but always feeling incomplete. Continue reading “Travelling to Sri Lanka”
From many different countries…
In 1996, at age 8, I became a pupil in Claire Burnill‘s class at the Colombo International School in Sri Lanka. I remember our first meeting: me being very shy about meeting my new teacher, she being slightly scattered because my parents and I walked into her new classroom unannounced during the summer holidays while she was busy setting up for the new academic year. Continue reading “From many different countries…”
Are you a girl or a boy?
‘Are you a girl or a boy?’ Whenever someone asked me this question before I was a teenager, my usual—sincere—answer was always ‘both equally’. Continue reading “Are you a girl or a boy?”
A Saturday in December (in loving memory of Peter Kamps)
1998. A Saturday in December. 7.30 am, Colombo, Sri Lanka.
My first piano lesson with Sureka, at her house. Many more followed. She challenged me in many ways — my favourite was when after I’d had my first few piano lessons, she instructed me to accompany her flute playing from sight. She didn’t give me time to panic. Continue reading “A Saturday in December (in loving memory of Peter Kamps)”