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Unfiltered notes from a flight attendant’s mind scribbled between sips of burnt coffee, on rest breaks where the body stayed still, but the soul wandered further than sleep ever dared

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Welcome to Tales from the Skies

I’m Thivaharan.

I spend most of my life above the clouds, but most of my thoughts happen quietly on the ground. I write about work, people, emotions, silence, growing older, starting again, and the strange little moments that stay with us longer than we expect.

My writing moves the way my thoughts do.
Sometimes poetic. Sometimes raw. Sometimes funny for no reason.
Sometimes heavier than I expected. These are stories, reflections, and unfinished thoughts gathered from the spaces between flights, people, silence, and time. At the heart of it, I write what I know how to speak best: the truth as I felt it.

Journey

I come from a small village called Samimale in the heart of Srilanka

A place where life was slower, dreams were quieter, and the world felt both very small and very far away.

I did not grow up with a map for where I am today. I did not have everything figured out. I only had questions, a restless mind, and a quiet feeling that my life was meant to move beyond the place where it began.

The journey from Samimale to the skies was never a straight line.

It came with fear, mistakes, distance, loneliness, laughter, reinvention, and moments where I had to become someone stronger before I fully understood who I was becoming.

I learned English late. I learned confidence slowly. I learned people by watching them. I learned life by leaving pieces of myself in different places, different airports, different rooms, different versions of home.

Somewhere along the way, I became cabin crew.
Somewhere along the way, I became a writer.
Somewhere along the way, I became a man still trying to understand himself.

This space is not about pretending the journey was beautiful all the time.

It is about telling the truth.

From a small village to skies.
From silence to stories.
From overthinking everything to finally writing some of it down.

This is where I came from.
This is where I am.
And this is everything I am still becoming.

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No spam. Just honest thoughts from the skies, a mix of heart, humour, and the quiet things
we often feel but rarely say.