Straight from the heart
ANURADHAPURA: I ventured out to Medawachchiya, Anuradhapura following
the elephant’s footprints to a home. Others would call it a wattle and
daub but I would recognise it as a home. I called out to see if anyone
was there but there was no sign of life. I then pulled down the kadulla
(planks of wood) which would be called a gate in the modern world and
trespassed into the home.
There was a carpet made of kohuu (coir) with the words Welcoome
(welcome) written on it. Even though it had a spelling error it was very
touching. I proceeded to the backyard where I saw children playing
carrom. They looked up at me as I smiled at them and ran off toppling
the board to tell their Kiri amma (grandmother) that there was a
visitor.
Aney nona!!! (Oh Lady)
Enna enna!!! (Come, come)
There was a wooden chair and a bed made out of Gunny sacks which is
called a Booru Anda (Donkey bed).
Kiri amma sat beside me on the booru anda and began telling me
stories of how her next door neighbour was brutally killed by a wild
elephant and how after 6 p.m. all villagers rush home and practise
complete silence to avoid disturbing the elephants and attracting their
attention.
The conversation came to a standstill as about 20 villagers flurried
towards us. Obviously like in Colombo, news travels fast!
They were all standing around whispering their perceptions about me.
Kiri amma invited them. A few accepted whilst the others were
involved making tea for themselves, platting each others hair, swinging
and playing the flute. They all seemed so free. They really were living
in harmony yet in their neighbour’s home.
They offered me inguru tea (ginger tea) with hakuru (jaggery) in a
coconut shell. It was lovely!
Life should be like this and really speaking it can be like this!
Be good to your neighbours, give goodness and receive goodness.
A little boy of about eight asked for my handbag and pulled out a
perfume bottle which intrigued him.
He looked at me for a sign of approval. By then I had fallen in love
with these people. I was ready to give them anything or do anything that
they wished. He opened the bottle and sprayed perfume on him and said
Hmmm....suandai (smells good) and ran around the house spraying perfume
around. After finishing the whole perfume bottle he landed at my feet
and said suandai.! Akka apey gamata suanda genava (It smells good!
Sister you brought fragrance to our village).
Everyone smiled, I placed him on my lap and wished that the happiness
I saw him experience at that moment never leaves him.
Darkness was approaching the village and it was time for me to say
goodbye to these wonderful human beings whom I thanked profusely for
teaching me about human values, something that each of us should focus
on securing.
I hugged Kiri Amma and said goodbye to all the villagers. It was one
of the hardest moments that had come across in my life.
As I placed the kadulla back (wooden planks) I looked back one more
time at their smiles.
A villager shouted out pravesamien gihin enna nona (Go carefully and
come back lady).
I responded not with words but with a smile, being unable to explain
my anxiety about the possibilities of not meeting them again while
worrying within me about leaving a part of my family behind. |