‘Back in 2000, we fell in love. I was 14 years old’, Maneesha told us. Duminda, then working as a water sports instructor, lived next door to Maneesha, a tomboy who encapsulated all the vibrancy and confidence of a curious teenage girl: both ‘brutally honest’ and ‘very gentle’ at the same time.
‘I first saw him when I was going home from school. He walked past me, he was wearing a pale pink shirt. I don’t know if anyone believes me now but I still remember the strange feeling I had at that moment. I thought: he is going to be my husband’.
From that day, Maneesha would wait outside her house when she knew he’d be coming home. Preferring loose t-shirts and trousers to anything that would have been considered girl’s clothing, Maneesha confronted the uncertainty that came with choosing to veer away from the world’s expectations of who she should be. ‘No one knew, but I was very lonely… I craved love and care’. Her parents had separated and her mother and sister moved away, leaving her alone with her father. But what started as stolen glances from across the street turned into companionship when Maneesha’s older sister struck up a friendship with Duminda on one of her visits, giving Maneesha the chance to introduce herself. The three of them would speak on the street, out of sight, and the feeling that she had found someone who saw her for who she was, her authentic self, became overwhelming.