Today marks the 21st anniversary of the tragic internal displacement of Jaffna, a northern city of Sri Lanka. I was fifteen at the time. I was living with my sister who had just finished her Advanced Levels and my brother who had started to practice as an English teacher. Both my parents were not in the town by then. My cousin sister hosted a Deepavali fiesta with a delicious mutton curry and yellow rice as per my family’s usual festive custom. My tummy was full after three or four servings and I could barely walk. “Kaushalya akka, I never had such Deepavali lunch ever after!” It was around three in the afternoon, an announcement was made throughout the entire Valigamam region that people are to be moved from the town before the dusk. Three wheel auto vehicles (Tuk Tuk) were running around the city with loudspeakers on their top announcing the news. Sri Lankan Army had initiated a military operation, was marching towards the city from the north and there was a rumor tha...