Thought Miller

Scribing Inner Echoes

  • The trip that started this all, was my trip to Kandy in 2025. It is time I write a little about that trip, starting with the train ride. It was a rainy day. Well that might be an understatement, a stormy monsoon day is a more apt descriptor for the day. As many living in and around Colombo are well aware, there is nothing more difficult than booking a taxi on a rainy day. So my father offered to drop me at the Fort Railway Station on his way to…

  • Somewhere in the hills of Hatton in Sri Lanka, I fell and rolled down a mountainside all the way to the base – I was thirteen then. My companions, among whom I was the youngest, were astonished at how I had finished the hike before them. We had sneaked away from our parents during a church retreat to hike up the surrounding mountainous land. We climbed up without any problem. On the way down, I stepped on a shiny black rock and in the next second my spine met the…

  • My thoughts run wild; I can’t contain them. Thoughts are the grain and the brain is a mill. But it is a mill that doesn’t stop grinding. Have you ever tried to stop thinking? I’ve tried and failed miserably. Thoughts are a fascinating thing. All you can do is focus your thoughts on what you choose. But you can never stop thinking. We often think that breathing is the most important function of our bodies. Yet, God gave us some control over the act of breathing; we can hold our…