Thursday, 3 May 2012 |
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“Wasn't the sky big enough for them to move about without bumping into each other? The rain drops started to splash onto the window pane. Sandun wondered what time of the night it might be. Was it past midnight? When will it be daybreak? He raised his head to see if the sky was still dark and realized it would take quite a lot of time for the sun to peep through the clouds. As if reading his thoughts, the clock in the sitting room chimed four times to say the time was four o clock in the morning. Another flash of lightning. Sandun curled up on his bed with the pillow covering his head. As he waited for the roar of thunder he heard another sound. “Tap.Tap.” Someone was knocking on his bedroom window. After a few seconds the sound stopped as if whoever was outside was waiting for Sandun to open the window. Then it started again. “Tap.Tap”. Who could it be? Sandun did not want to find out. He jumped out of bed and ran out of the room. Sandun saw the light of the sitting room was on. He ran into the sitting room and saw his grandfather who woke up before anyone else, seated at the computer reading the daily newspapers. Sandun ran straight into grandpa's lap and buried his head on grandpa's chest. “What is it son?” asked grandpa. “Grandpa, someone is knocking at my window,” Sandun said almost in a whisper. When the room lit up with another flash of lightning he covered his ears with his hands and waited for the ever frightening sound of thunder. “Let me tell you a story, son,” said grandpa. Sandun wondered if grandpa too would tell him about the clouds crashing into each other and ask him not to be scared the way Kishan had done. But grandpa said, “When I was small we lived in a big house in Galle. The house had to be big because there were nine of us children as well as two unmarried aunts and a cousin who stayed with us because his parents lived in a far off village. He went to a school in the town and during the school term he lived with us. I slept in the room at the very front of our house with my cousin. During the school holidays when he went home I slept alone in the room.
“One night I woke up to hear someone walking outside my window. He was dragging his feet on the ground as if he was hurt and found it hard to walk. We had wooden shutters those days. So unless I opened the window I could not find out who it was. The sound went on and on. I was so scared I thought it was a ghost.” Grandpa paused for breath. Sandun waited for him to continue. “In the morning when I went outside there was no one around. The sound had stopped. Then it started again. I saw our dog Bindu walking towards me. There was a breadfruit leaf stuck to his front paw. When he walked the leaf made a shuffling sound as if someone wearing slippers was dragging his feet on the ground.” “So the stranger outside your window was Bindu,” said Sandun. “That is right,” said grandpa. “I was scared over nothing.” Grandpa looked at Sandun. “Would you like to find out who is outside your window?” Sandun took his grandpa's hand and walked into his room. “Tap.Tap” the sound was still there. Grandpa went to the window and opened it. He showed Sandun a branch of the mango tree leaning against the wall near the window. When the wind blew through the mango tree the branch tapped the window. Grandpa smiled at Sandun. “This is your mysterious visitor,” he said. “If you had looked at the window before you ran out of the room you need not have been so scared. Do not let fear have power over you”. Sandun jumped back into bed. “Good night grandpa,” he said and went to sleep with a happy smile on his face. -Aditha
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garden M.Abishek grade - 3 Kingston College International Wellawatte |
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orange Hirusha Keshan Dias grade - 1B St.John's College Panadura |
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village GLS Ehansa de Silva grade - 3B St.John's Girls School Panadura |
A boy S.Vithurna grade - 4 Kingston College International Wellawatte |
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tank P Rommie Fernando grade - 4 Kingston College International Wellawatte |
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waterfall Fathima Asra grade - 3 Sailan International School Negombo |
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