Well don't just assume we've never heard of Sri Lanka. There is a Canadian/Sri Lankan poet I admire a great deal, last year I read his book,
Anil's Ghost, which takes place in Sri Lanka . Here's a sample of his work
THE CINNAMON PEELER by Michael Ondaatje
If I were a cinnamon peeler
I would ride your bed
and leave the yellow bark dust
on your pillow.
Your breasts and shoulders would reek
you could never walk through markets
without the profession of my fingers
floating over you. The blind would
stumble certain of whom they approached
though you might bathe
under rain gutters, monsoon.
Here on the upper thigh
at this smooth pasture
neighbor to your hair
or the crease
that cuts your back. This ankle.
You will be known among strangers
as the cinnamon peeler's wife.
I could hardly glance at you
before marriage
never touch you
-- your keen nosed mother, your rough brothers.
I buried my hands
in saffron, disguised them
over smoking tar,
helped the honey gatherers...
When we swam once
I touched you in water
and our bodies remained free,
you could hold me and be blind of smell.
You climbed the bank and said
this is how you touch other women the grasscutter's wife, the lime burner's daughter.
And you searched your arms
for the missing perfume.
and knew what good is it to be the lime burner's daughter
left with no trace
as if not spoken to in an act of love
as if wounded without the pleasure of scar.
You touched
your belly to my hands
in the dry air and said
I am the cinnamon
peeler's wife. Smell me.
You should probably wait till your other applications are resolved (TINT, BNCY). Generally clans look down on people that apply everywhere. It at least implies that we are no better than your third choice.
