Rebuilding an old Temple..

There is a town on the way to Kandy called Warakapola. Off this town there is off in a distance a small village. Last week my parents and I together with several people from the village helped re build their small village temple.

The temple had required 28 statues ad his was provided for by everyone. To be honest I don't have much to say about this lil experience cos it was just a different break from the lifestyle we live in this city. Sometimes i wish i could go back to those days. But...

This little village full of people of age and maturity is my mothers home, Where she was born before she was sent off to school as things were those days. Mom went to the same school I did, and I keep thinking this is exactly why I was landed in that crazy school! lol!




I hadn't been to my grand mothers place for almost 2 years, and when ever I do go there I stroll up the hills and thru th jungles and never on the roads where I could meet any human. But that day I got to see over a hundred people and they got to see me. I barely got a moment to take a picture in the midst of talking to everyone who I hadn't seen since I was very young.

But a few things caught my eye..