Writer’s Lift — Kasun Ranasinghe
Peanut butter ice cream, socks, grief, love, and more
Kasun Ranasinghe is an amazing writer and looks like someone who makes friends everywhere he goes, as you can see in his About Me Stories photo. I had the honor of stumbling on Kasun’s writing when he submitted this story to Age of Empathy.
I liked it so much that I debated a few days and finally sent him a locked note asking him to please remove “amateur writer” from his profile bio, which reads, “Amateur writer, storyteller, speaker, and engineer.” Kasun is an excellent writer. He’s descriptive, riveting, funny, empathetic. I come across many amateur writers on this platform. Kasun, I remember you replied kindly and explained why you use “amateur” in your bio. But, I stand by what I wrote — I promise you, you are not an amateur writer.
Then, I told my good writing friend Sarah Paris about Kasun. She agrees with me. About all of it.
Follow Kasun. Read his stories. I hope you love his writing as much as I do.
Here are a few of his articles, curated by me.
About Me Stories
I was the hero, the champion, the one who would swoop the ladies off their feet and be the lover of their dreams, in strict contrast to the person I was in real life. These stories gave me a space to be free, to live out my fantasies to the fullest in the comfort of my own home. I was married to my stories and I was faithful… Until the night I met my mistress.
ILLUMINATION’S MIRROR
I rushed to the freezer, pulled it open, and there she was waiting for me. She was sweet, curvy and made my blood pressure rise. She was a thick lady, two entire liters, and she was all mine. Come to papa! It was love at first sight.
MuddyUm (A Love Story of sorts)
At first, I suspected foul play but I knew Mr. Dots. He was too sweet to lay a hand on his missus. Mrs. Dots wasn’t the type to run away either. She was faithful to a fault and always stuck by her husband’s side. I knew something was wrong and time was running out.
Preoccupy Negative Thoughts
It started with a small itch at the back of my head — a teeny-tiny notion taking root in my mind. Slowly, it started to pulse, growing with each succession. I tried not to think about it, to occupy myself with something else. I started to count the cars that passed by on the road. But at the dead of night, there was hardly any to find. The notion got a little bigger and my mind began to wander.
Age of Empathy (This is one of the most beautiful personal essays I’ve ever read)
We arrived at the crack of dawn at a house long forgotten. The house had aged over our decade long hiatus. The path of bricks that used to guide her guests to the door had crumbled to gravel. I saw the wrinkles snaking through the white plaster walls, the windows cloudy with dusty cataracts, and the broken metal bones, eaten away by rust. Her garden once neatly tucked in with hairpins of roses and anthuriums was wild and overgrown. This place had changed.
Thank you for reading my introduction to Kasun Ranasinghe. I hope you’ll take the time to explore his profile and see if his articles resonate with you. If they do, I hope you’ll give him a follow and drop a few supportive comments on his articles.
Let’s lift each other up.
Keep writing, Kasun. Your voice is a treat, just like vanilla-peanut butter ice cream!
This Writer’s Lift is in response to Ryan DeJonghe’s challenge:
