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āļąීāļ´ා - āļšāļ¯ු⎅ු āļšැāļ§āļēāļ¸ - Episode 02 : ⎃ාāļš්⎂ි ⎃āļ§āˇ„āļą් āļšāļģāļœැāļąීāļ¸

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⎃ාāļģාං⎁āļē : āļ¸ෙāļ¸ āļšāļŽාංāļœāļē āļ†āļģāļ¸්āļˇ āˇ€āļą්āļąේ āļąීāļ­ි ⎀ිāļ¯්‍āļēාāļŊāļēේ āļ¯ෙ⎀āļą āˇ€āˇƒāļģේ āļ‰āļœෙāļąුāļ¸ āļŊැāļļූ 23 ⎄ැ⎀ිāļģිāļ¯ි āļąීāļ´ා āļąැāļ¸ැāļ­ි āļ­āļģුāļĢිāļēāļœේ āļ…āļˇිāļģāˇ„āˇƒ් āļ¸āļģāļĢāļē ⎃āļ¸්āļļāļą්āļ°āļēෙāļą් āļ´ොāļŊි⎃ිāļē ⎀ි⎃ිāļą් ⎃ිāļ¯ුāļšāļģāļąු āļŊāļļāļą āļ¸ූāļŊිāļš āļ´āļģීāļš්⎂āļĢ āˇƒāˇ„ ⎃ාāļš්⎂ි ⎃āļ§āˇ„āļą් āļšāļģāļœැāļąීāļ¸āļ­් ⎃āļ¸āļŸāļēි.  ⎀ෛāļ¯්‍āļē āļ´āļģීāļš්⎂āļĢ āˇ€ාāļģ්āļ­ා āˇƒāˇ„ āļ´ොāļŊි⎃් ⎀ාāļģ්āļ­ා⎀āļŊāļ§ āļ…āļąු⎀ āļąීāļ´ාāļœේ āļ¸āļģāļĢāļē ⎃ිāļ¯ු⎀ āļ‡āļ­්āļ­ේ āļ¯āˇ„⎀āļŊ් 11:00 āļ­් 12:30 āļ­් āļ…āļ­āļģ āļšාāļŊāļē āļ­ු⎅āļ¯ීāļē.  āļ‡āļē āļ¸ිāļēāļœිāļē āļ¯ිāļą āļ‹āļ¯ෑ⎃āļą āļšාāļŊāļēේāļ¯ී āļ‡āļē āļ´āļ¯ිංāļ ි⎀ ⎃ිāļ§ි ⎃්āļŽාāļąāļēāļ§ āļ‡āļœේ āļ´ෙāļ¸්⎀āļ­ා ⎀āļą āļšāļŊිāļŗු, ⎄ොāļŗāļ¸ āļē⎄āļŊු⎀ෙāļš් ⎀āļą āˇ€ි⎄ාāļą් āļąāļ¸ැāļ­ි āļ…āļēāļ¯ āļ´ැāļ¸ිāļĢ āļ­ිāļļූ āļļ⎀ āļ´āļģීāļš්⎂āļĢ⎀āļŊāļ¯ී āļ…āļąා⎀āļģāļĢāļē ⎀ේ. ​āļ¸āˇ„āļąු⎀āļģ āļ´āļ¯ිංāļ ි 47 ⎄ැ⎀ිāļģිāļ¯ි āļ ාāļģුāļĢී āļ¯āˇƒāļąාāļēāļš āļ¸āˇ„āļ­්āļ¸ිāļē ⎀āļą āļąීāļ´ාāļœේ āļ¸āˇ€, āļ´ොāļŊි⎃් āļ´āļģීāļš්⎂āļš āļģāļ¸ේ⎂් ⎀ිāļš්‍āļģāļ¸āļąාāļēāļš āļ¸āˇ„āļ­ා āļ‰āļ¯ිāļģිāļēේ ⎃ිāļē ⎃ාāļš්⎂ිāļē āļŊāļļා āļ¯ෙāļēි.  āļ‡āļē āļ´āˇ€āˇƒāļą්āļąේ āļšො⎅āļš āļļෝāļŠිāļą් ⎀ී āļ…āļ°්‍āļēාāļ´āļąāļē ⎄ැāļ¯ෑāļģූ āļąීāļ´ා ⎃āļ¸āļŸ āļ‡āļœේ ⎄ොāļŗāļ¸ āļēෙ⎄ෙ⎅ිāļē ⎀āļą āˇƒු⎂්āļ¸ා āļ¸ෙāļą්āļ¸ āļ­āˇ€āļ­් āļąීāļ­ි ⎀ිāļ¯්‍āļēාāļŊāļēේāļ¸ āļ…āļ°්‍āļēාāļ´āļąāļē ⎄āļ¯ාāļģāļą āļ­āļģුāļĢිāļēāļą් āļ¯ෙāļ¯ෙāļąෙāļšු āļ´āļ¯ිංāļ ි⎀ ⎃ිāļ§ි āļļ⎀āļēි. ​⎃ිāļ¯්āļ°ිāļē ⎀ූ āļ¯ිāļąāļ§ āļ´ෙāļģāļ¯ිāļą āļģාāļ­්‍āļģී 10:06 āļ§ āļąීāļ´ා āļ­āļ¸ āļ¸āˇ€āļ§ āļ¯ුāļģāļšāļŽāļą āļ‡āļ¸āļ­ුāļ¸āļš් āļŊāļļාāļ¯ී ⎀ිāļąාāļŠි 8 āļš āļ´āļ¸āļĢ āˇ€ේāļŊා⎀āļš් āļšāļ­ාāļļ⎄ āļšāļģ āļ­ිāļļේ.  āļ‘⎄ිāļ¯ී āļ‡āļē āļ­āļ¸ාāļ§ āˇƒු⎅ු ⎄ෙāļ¸්āļļිāļģි⎃්⎃ා⎀āļš් āˇƒāˇ„ āļšැ⎃්⎃āļš් āļ‡āļ­ි āļļ⎀āļ­්, āļ–⎂āļ° āļŊāļļාāļœෙāļą āļ‰āļš්āļ¸āļąිāļą් āļąිāļ¯ාāļœāļą්āļąා āļļ⎀āļ­් āļ¸āˇ€āļ§ āļ´āˇ€āˇƒා āļ‡āļ­. āļ‘...

The Fire Paintings - Episode 03 : Loving Memories

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° 1st Paragraph : Meanwhile, one day Seth took me to his house to introduce me to his parents.​Just like Seth, his mother and father were incredibly kind people. They welcomed me with so much love, treated me warmly, and spoke to me affectionately. Yet, deep down, I felt like they weren't entirely pleased with our affair. It was something I just couldn't understand at the time. ​A few days later, I brought it up with Seth. ​"Look, Kalpana, my parents absolutely love you. There’s no issue with that at all," Seth explained gently. "But here’s the thing... they are just worried that I might move to Sri Lanka with you. You see, you’re the only child in your family, and that’s what’s bothering them. But we can fix this, Kalpana. Let's ask your parents to come here too, at least for a little while. They can split their time between there and here, and we can visit them too." ​That was how we dreamed about our future. Even though he was born and raised in a Wes...

The Fire Paintings - Episode - 02 : Meeting of lovers

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° 1st Paragraph : "As an only child in the family I had always lived with my parents, the sadness of being away from them and coming all the way here was completely washed away by this beautiful environment... As an artist, I felt that connection deep within my soul... I couldn't help but feel that someone had meticulously designed this university for the most perfect purpose, in the most perfect place... When I first arrived, everything was so unfamiliar. The language was my biggest obstacle... since they mostly use Swedish here. ​Inside the university premises, it wasn't a problem because English was widely spoken... But for day-to-day chores outside, the language barrier became a bit of a challenge... Back in those days, English wasn't used as heavily as it is now... ​But somehow, over time, I adapted to everything... ​Back then, I lived in a student apartment located in SÃļdermalm... and I used to take the metro to the university..." ​"I even remember the...

The Fire Paintings - Episode - 01 : The Hidden Truth Behind their Love

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Introduction : Have you ever heard that "truth is stranger than fiction"? Yes, it is true. This, too, is such an amazing true story. However, it is not your story, nor is it mine, nor is it a common story shared by us all. This is the incredibly astonishing tale of those who have lived and died, and those who still live, under the very same sun and moon that we live under today. I cordially invite you to read their story. The Fire Paintings - Episode 01 As the sun sets in the west, the sky is painted with a surreal blend of orange and pink hues... ​Enjoying the enchanting evening blended with the Baltic Sea breeze, I lost count of how many times my eyes drifted toward that young couple of Asian descent... ​No matter how hard I tried to hold them back, my past memories kept resurfacing like a rubber ball released from underwater. I have now completely given up trying to forget them... ​It was a long time ago that I made peace with myself to live the rest of my life with these...