Memoirs of a Wandering Nomad

The curse (or boon) of the White Rider that sits on my shoulder requires me to not only visit new places, but also revisit many. The one place that I have been visiting almost once each year for the last decade, and I do not mind doing so, is Sri Lanka, specifically Colombo. I have seen it during the time of war, and now I am seeing it during the time of (relative) peace. I was in Colombo during the famous incident of an army aircraft hitting a civilian building in Colombo. I am there, today, when Modi is addressing the Sri Lankan parliament as if it is an extension of his political influence. It seems like a jolly good idea, therefore, to at least list down some of the changes in the perception I have had over the years about this wonderful neighbor of India, while the new Government faces its first acid test of a 'post 100-day' general election: The Earlier Sri Lankan Parliament and Galle Face Seafront People: * People are almost uniformly warm and hospitable,...