100th blog — is it significant? Not as significant as this 100 year old photo, but still a good time to bring it out. When I first saw this photo, I sat momentarily transfixed. Here was a slice of history, frozen in a quiet gentleness, a significant moment in the lives of my ancestors, whose blood flows through my veins. I saw my grandmother, probably still in her twenties wearing the jewellery that my mother gifted to me. I could see what excitement there would have been in this house of my great-grandfather S.K. Issack de Silva (circa 1860–1930) of Degoda, Ambalangoda (seated next to my grandmother third from Left).
The same stream of life that runs through my veins
night and day runs through the world and dances
in rhythmic measures.
It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust of
the earth in numberless blades of grass and breaks
into tumultuous waves of leaves and flowers.
It is the same life that is rocked in the ocean-cradle of
birth and of death, in ebb and in flow.
I feel my limbs are made glorious by the touch of this
world of life. And my pride is from the life-throb of
ages dancing in my blood this moment.
Translated from Bengali by Rabindranth Tagore.