A multi-sensory, interdisciplinary offering of smoke, memory, and resistance   At the Maha Stupa’s Pahan Poojawa, the ritual offering of oil lamps, I stood in stillness, watching flames flicker into dusk. What moved me was not only the ritual itself, but the slow, reverent gestures, and the breath of something far older than memory.   In that breath, in that land, I encountered two ancient trees: Mee (Madhuca longifolia) and Thelabu (Sterculia foetida).   More than flora, the

“From the heights of Iginiyagala, I look upon a geography of memory , mountains now islands, stories now submerged. The earth breathes through water, still whispering what once was. From a balcony overlooking a vast reservoir, the dry zone wind brushed against my skin, carrying a scent both familiar and ancestral, earth meeting sunlight, stone radiating heat, dust rising as if stirred by footsteps long faded. Below, I watched an elephant crossing what now appears as scattered

Dear Friend, Someone asked me recently, “What does Leela Bhūmi  mean?” I realized it was not just a question about language, but an...

Vana Śruti (Forest Transmission) — the forest as a living archive, always transmitting. Two archives, one living and one mechanical. The...

Walk with me through Leela Bhūmi (Playful Earth), where memory, land, and ecological stories intertwine. Explore heritage, listen deeply, and co-create knowledge with every step.