Sunny Stories:
The Yellow Elephant
“Is there anything you want me to bring from Singapore?” Father asked
Hasini as he packed his clothes into a suitcase. He was getting ready to
leave for Singapore the next morning, to attend a conference. Instead of
answering father's question Hasini asked a question of her own.
“For how long will you be away, father?”
“For five days. I will be home next Saturday.”
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The yellow
elephant looked lonely |
“But father, who will lock the doors at night when you are not at
home for five days?”
“Do not worry. Grandpa and grandma will be staying with you till I
come back. You know grandpa will lock the doors better than I.”
“Yes,” smiled Hasini. “Last week you forgot to lock the backdoor and
in the morning mother thought a thief must have unlocked it.”
Father too laughed at the memory. “You still did not answer my
question,” he reminded Hasini.
“Can you bring me a ballerina doll?” said Hasini. “A ballerina doll
who is this size,” she said pointing one hand towards the ceiling and
the other hand towards the floor.
“You will have to bring a giraffe, father,” giggled Marshi who was
near by, reading a book.
Hasini continued as if she had not heard her elder sister. “And
father please make sure the ballerina is wearing a pink tutu,” she said.
“A tutu? What is that?” asked father.
“A tutu is a dress worn by a ballerina,” explained Hasini, patiently.
“I will try to find a ballerina for you, but I cannot make any
promises. We have a very tight schedule. There might not be enough time
for shopping,” explained father.
Hasini spent the next few days daydreaming about the new doll her
father would bring her from Singapore.
“Why are you smiling to yourself, Hasini?” asked grandma.
“I am thinking of my new doll grandma. Father said he would bring me
a ballerina.”
“Yes, Hasini,” said grandma. “If father does not find one, I am sure
he will bring you something else.”
“I want only a ballerina,” insisted Hasini. “I do not want anything
else.”
“Let us wait till Saturday,” said grandma.
Hasini waited impatiently for father to come home from the airport on
Saturday. The moment father walked through the front door she ran to
him.
“Father, did you bring my ballerina?” asked Hasini.
Before father could answer, mother took Hasini's hand and suggested
Hasini should let father have a wash and a cup of tea before she asked
him any questions.
Hasini looked at father's suitcases and wondered if the ballerina was
inside one of them. Finally when father came to the sitting room Hasini
asked him again about the ballerina.
“No, Hasini,” said father. “There was very little time for shopping.
None of the shops I went to had dolls dressed like ballerinas. So I
bought you something else instead.” Father opened one of the suitcases
and took out a shopping bag. “This is for you.”
Hasini peeped into the bag. She saw a yellow elephant smiling at her
from inside the bag. “I do not want this. I want a ballerina,” said
Hasini and ran out of the room, crying.
That evening when grandpa was watching the National Geography channel
on TV, he called to Hasini. “Come and watch this programme with me,” he
said to Hasini.
Hasini stood near grandpa and watched two children, dressed in old,
shabby clothes walking across a desert. One child was carrying a pot of
water on her head. The other had some dried twigs in his hands.
“Why are they so thin, grandpa?” asked Hasini.
“They do not have anything to eat. Their village has not received a
drop of water for the past six months. They have to walk for miles to
find water. They do not have toys to play with, and they do not even
know who a ballerina is.”
“I am sorry, grandpa,” said Hasini recalling how she had cried when
father had not brought her the doll she wanted.
She looked at the yellow elephant still sitting on the chair. She
thought he looked sad even though there was a smile on his lips.
“I am sorry,” she told the elephant. “From now on I will remember
there are others who are not as lucky as I am. I will be happy with what
I have.”
She hugged the yellow elephant and went in search of father. “Thank
you, father,” she said. “I am happy I have a beautiful yellow elephant
to play with.”
- Aditha
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Be kind to your domestic aides
Dear children,
All of us lead busy lives. Sometimes we have to seek the help of a
domestic aid as we find it difficult to do everything all by ourselves.
Hence some of your parents too must be keeping domestic aides at your
houses to get their assistance.
Do remember to treat them politely. Always remember that what they
are doing is a great service. Never undermine the work they do.
Sometimes we hear occasions where domestic aides are not properly
treated. There are certain masters who treat their aides in a harsh
manner. Some are poorly paid and their needs are not being attended to.
Their work is never appreciated.
If there is an aide at your place always be kind to him or her. Tell
your parents to buy them a gift whenever they can.
Whenever there is a family party or a similar occasion be polite to
offer them a dish of sweetmeat. Try not to criticise them for the
slightest mistake they do. Always keep in mind that despite the payment
they get, we are in debt to them because if not for their presence the
workload would be too much for us.I am sure you will set an example to
others by being kind to your aides.
Remember that as the popular proverb goes one can pay back the loan
of gold, but one dies forever in debt to those who are kind.
Bye for now, Sanju
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Annual Islamic Day of UoC |
Art competition at Pradeepa
hall |
Grand farewell at Munawwara
Junior College |
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The
Muslim Majlis of the University of Colombo (UoC) organised
their Annual Islamic Day ceremony at the R V Samaranayake
auditorium recently. Here students of D S Senanayake College
singing the Islamic song. Picture by Ruzaik Farook |
Here
children living in the Maligawatta housing scheme, Colombo
participating in an art competition which was held at the
Pradeepa hall recently. The competition was organized by the
National Housing Development Authority under the advice of
Construction Engineering Services, Housing and Common
Amenities Minister, Wimal Weerawansa. |
Students
of the Munawwara Junior College, Akkaraipattu presenting a
musical item at the grand farewell of their Principal, A R A
Jawath held at their School premises recently. Picture by
ILM Rizan, Addalaichenai Central Corr |
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