Don Noris’ newspaper
In the 1950s the television was unheard of - leave alone the
Internet. Apparently the newspaper was everything to Don Noris
Ranasinghe. It was the only source of information and entertainment.
The newspaper was a precious item, not many could afford. People
would usually throng the grocery, readying their ears for the elders
reading the newspaper aloud. Don Noris was among the privileged lot with
sufficient wealth to buy it and read at leisure.
He could do it everyday.
That day, however, he was troubled. His daughter, Srimathi, had taken
it to school without his knowledge. Not that anyone betrayed her, but
knowing her nature Don Noris could guess it.
Like Noris, his daughter was also fond of reading newspapers. That
was impressive for someone of her age, tenderly eight years. So on this
particular day Srimathi took the newspaper to school, as her father
rightly guessed.
He had two elder daughters, but Srimathi was cuter. She reads it
aloud, and stops halfway to shoot a question or two sometimes just to
annoy her father. But she could never make him annoyed. Don Noris liked
questioning. That’s how he grew fonder of his daughter’s company.
But none of that came to his mind when he could not locate the
newspaper.
Srimathi, on the other hand, thought she would be in her right senses
to bring it back home. But kids are kids, you know, especially for her
being still eight years. She had more exciting things to do at school:
hide and seek, and a lot more. They had to wait till one period is over
to get into their own naughty world.
“Where is the newspaper?”
Srimathi shuddered at the tone. Father is not in his usual mood. He
has not asked her, but barked it out. Srimathi could not bring herself
to say what she meant to say.
“Father, the newspaper…” Srimathi paused, gasping for words.
“Yes, the newspaper. I’m asking, where have you taken it?”
Srimathi was too small to learn the art of lying. She was yet to know
how to keep away from wrath.
“I forgot to bring it back.”
With her gazed fixed downward, Srimathi was quick to answer. Now his
collection will be minus one newspaper. The rascals will never leave the
newspaper alone. Selling a newspaper was enough to earn a few days’
living.
Fair enough, he was furious.
“Why did you take it away? Who allowed you to take it?”
Noris did not wait for a response. He stood up, and Srimathi knew
what’s coming. She had little to worry. She could run as fast as a
rabbit, and middle-aged Don Noris was no match for that.
Running around the huge mansion, Srimathi knew what lay ahead: a
sewerage hole. Her father got his servants to cover it with earth
recently. She remembered how patient her father was in toilet-training
her. She would easily jump over the freshly covered trench, but would
her father be able to do so?
Suddenly she remembered her father underwent an eye surgery. It was
giving him pains and he was supposed to relax. That also meant he could
not strain his eyes too.
She could have easily changed track and escaped the fate. But
something disturbed her deep inside. Isn’t she making him even more
tired? All the same if she stops, her father will beat her, perhaps to
bleed.
She remembered her intimate moments being on her father’s lap, him
caressing her hair. She knew her father loved her a lot more than the
elder sisters. She had to make a quick decision. She was swimming
against the surge of emotions.
Don Noris could not believe his eyes when he spotted his daughter
stopping all of a sudden. But his wrath was much heavier than finding
out why she did so. Without a single word, he went on spanking her with
his hands. He wanted to grab a twig off a tree close by to make it
worse, but something in him voiced against that very thought.
Srimathi was screaming, but, to Noris’ surprise, she didn’t cry. She
was screaming out of pain, but why wouldn’t she cry? Isn’t she upset
about the whole thing? Spanking would have gone on, as there was no one
around to interfere. But a sudden thought struck Noris. He stopped the
act that very moment.
Late into the night, Noris was alone in his study thinking over and
over again, a bit muted. He cared about a lifeless newspaper more than
his own flesh and blood. He wanted to ask his daughter if she was hurt,
but he had no guts.
His thoughts of regret had to stall, as he heard something. He knew
it was Srimathi by the softness of her knock.
“Are you all right, father?”
Don Noris realized his daughter taught him a lesson bigger than
anything he had read in newspapers. He did not answer - he did not know
what to say. Srimathi could not stand her father’s silence. She hugged
him tight.
It was one odd moment of bliss. Father and daughter could reach out
to each other with forgiveness.
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