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  1. Also by Amanda Jayatissa
  2. Contents
  3. AMAYA
  4. 1
  5. SPENCER
  6. 2
  7. 3
  8. TEHANI
  9. 4
  10. SEETHA
  11. 5
  12. AUNTY RAJINI
  13. 6
  14. LALITHA
  15. 7
  16. ANDRE
  17. 8
  18. HUSNA FALEEL
  19. 9
  20. LAKSHI
  21. 10
  22. REBECCA (RED)
  23. 11
  24. TEHANI
  25. 12
  26. AUNTY JOSEPHINA
  27. 13
  28. LAURA
  29. 14
  30. MAHESH
  31. 15
  32. TEHANI
  33. 16
  34. FIONA FONSEKA
  35. 17
  36. 18
  37. 19
  38. 20
  39. 21
  40. 22
  41. 23
  42. 24
  43. 25
  44. 26
  45. 27
  46. 28
  47. 29
  48. 30
  49. 31
  50. AMAYA
  51. 32
  52. 33
  53. 34
  54. 35
  55. 36
  56. Acknowledgments
  57. About the Author
  58. What’s next on your reading list?

10

AMAYA

Four Days before the Wedding

I held it together until I got home. The last thing I wanted was to get interrupted while I was watching it.

I made it to my room with only the most cursory of greetings to Seetha, who always insisted on waiting up for me when I went out, cranked the air conditioner on as high as it would go, kicked off my shoes, peeled off my dress, and sat on my bed to watch the video.

It was shot decently—clearly, Kaavi’s colleague whose name I’d already forgotten had used a tripod or something, because there was no handheld shake, and it was zoomed in on the podium in the middle of a stage.

A middle-aged woman dressed in a sari with her hair in a schoolteacher bun took up most of the screen.

“It gives me great pleasure to bestow the SheGives-Lanka Woman of the Year award on Kaavindi Fonseka, for the selfless work she has carried out with her charity, Pink Sapphires. Kaavindi is the youngest recipient of this award since it was established in 1956.”

The camera panned out to show Kaavi, who didn’t look surprised in the least. I knew that most award ceremonies like this notified the winners ahead of time so they could prepare their speeches and invite their families.

“So beautiful,” someone off camera said in a stage whisper, wistfulness dripping from their voice. They were immediately shushed, but there was no masking the obvious jealousy.

Kaavi sashayed confidently onto the stage, her salmon pink sari with gold accents shimmering delicately under the stage lights. Her hair was swept into a casual updo that would have taken hours to perfect, her nails matched the nine yards of silk draped around her, and her makeup was tastefully understated. How did she manage to look like a goddess no matter what she did?

“Thank you, everyone. What an absolute honor this award is.” Her voice was modulated, deep and low. Not a hint of awkward squeakiness. I could never be in such control.

“From the moment I moved back to Sri Lanka, I knew I had to found Pink Sapphires. Being from a family like mine, where giving back to the community is a part of our DNA, I was lucky to always be supported and encouraged in this endeavor. My life was changed and my eyes were opened because of the education I received, and it saddened me that it was my life of privilege that allowed me to have these wonderful experiences.

“We started off Pink Sapphires in a modest way—providing skills training, English language classes, and career counseling to bright young women who unfortunately did not have the financial means of investing in themselves. This year, however, has been our true breakthrough. In two months, we will be sending a batch of five scholarship recipients for our first-ever study-abroad program in California. We have grown from a tiny operation in my bedroom to coaching and mentoring hundreds of applicants to be independent, self-reliant young women, and I couldn’t be more proud.”