Where We Ran Wild
In this village, secrets travel faster than the wind off Lake Tissamaharama. Sekara and his friends know this well, bruised fists, hidden laughs, and the hush of trouble always close behind them. Between the fights, the stolen moments by the canal, and the weight of family struggles, they’re just boys trying to hold their world together, one reckless promise at a time.
Sekara was walking home slowly; almost counting his steps. He took the longer scenic route by the lake. The longer walks made him calm and an excellent choice for the problems with no answers.
Sekara woke up to a hissing noise by the window. There were quick yet repetitive knocks on the window pane. He squinted his eyes and looked at his small Nokia phone to check the time but it has gotten switched off.
“ Oh my god, What happened to you my darling child Raveen! Oh your handsome face!” Mihindu’s mum, Somalatha screamed at the very sight of Raveen. Raveen smirked at us and ran towards her.