By Shalindri Peiris
It happened again. Less than a year later, I stood in the exact same spot and counted, through the window, the orange lights moving steadily toward me. They streaked across the sky with terrifying purpose. It is almost ironic that I grew up in a country ravaged by civil war for three decades and never once heard the sound of a bomb, yet here I was, feeling the walls tremble around me. The attempt to flee felt laughable from the very beginning.
All we could do was grip our packed bags and stand on the doorstep, praying to every god we knew that the orange lights slicing through the sky would not fall on us…
Close Encounters in War 