Shades of Grey in Mudiyansegewatte
Shades of Grey in Mudiyansegewatte Faith and Vice: The Tale of Mudiyansegewatte Denzil Jayasinghe 3 min read L ife unfolded in stark contrasts in the village of Mudiyansegewatte, where the sun rose and set like a metronome marking time. The south, with its proximity to the church and the bustling energy of Colombo, was a world of white shirts and long pants. Here, the men worked in the city, bank clerks, junior bureaucrats in government, teachers, and general clerks, their lives punctuated by the occasional drink in a polished Colombo bar, far removed from the raucous chaos of the village. Their wives lived in quiet dignity, their homes free from the echoes of violence. Their children attended schools in Colombo or semi-urban towns, their futures shimmering with possibilities. The south was a place of order, where the rhythms of life were measured and predictable. But to the north, the village told a different story. Here, the air was thick with the scent of sweat and struggle, t...