Short story :
Is life worth living?
Malathi Perera
It was a Sunday, normally Sunil and I are in the habit of going an
outing in the evenings with the children as the lives we lead are so
monotonous and the children too need a difference.
As the Galle Face Green is now in a better condition, where we could
lay a mat and sit and watch the waves, we decided to spend the evening
there. Shriyan, my eldest son made a kite for the younger son and the
sister Mary, they wanted a lengthier string. Promising to buy an
additional ball of strings, we all left towards Galle Face Green.
As usual there were ice-cream vans, gram sellers, “achcharu” which I
really liked to taste. The children and Sunil started sending the kite
up on the skies. Seated in the car, I was watching them. As I was
falling sleepy with the air-conditioner on, I opened the door switching
off the air conditioner.
As I opened the door, a man of about 80 years came near the car
begging, as Sunil has warned me, not to even look at people when the car
is opened as there are thieves, yet, I felt like giving him a ten rupee
note. Whilst I was pulling, my purse this man started to say a few
Christian prayers of thanksgiving, and me being a Christian I felt more
pleased and gave him fifty rupees.
Taking the money in hand he started to talk in good English “Lady I
am no beggar but I was made a beggar.” Then I asked “How come” he
continued, “I was brought up by a family at the age of six in Kandy, I
called them hamu and nona they had three children younger than me, of
course they attended to Colombo schools and I was sent to a “Pirivena” I
studied up to grade 5 and was stopped going to school and was made to
work at home.” He paused a little, I saw a tear rolling from his eyes, I
had to take the three children to school and back and evenings for
swimming, music and many more work of the children. They said that they
had opened a bank account for me and are in process of depositing money,
but I never saw.” I had a room of my own and a small pocket radio.
Whatever I wanted to do they allowed. Then, as nona was falling ill I
started cooking for them. As I felt it was my own home, I did whatever
possible to keep the house tidy, garden well maintained and I also could
play the piano a little!” after saying that he smiled. I was
dumbfounded. “What then” I opened the car door and stood up leaning on
to the car to listen to this interesting story.
“Later I found the family was in financial difficulties as hamu
retired, so I pulled on my work and they fed me well. Then one by one
the children got married, two went abroad with their husbands and “chuti
mahattaya” got married and stayed at home. Sriyani the daughter-in-law,
did not like me much, from the time, “chuti mahattaya” came home I heard
she and nona complaining about me, and I was sent out of the kitchen.
They ate special food but I was not given, I did not mind, at that time
as I was in my sixties, they told me to do gardening and much more
tedious work which I could not do. Even Hamu was helpless, when the
others attacked me, he could not talk on behalf or in support of me, I
was left in a world of mine alone.” Just then my daughter came crying
“ammi aiyya does not give me the kite,” and I had to argue with Sunil to
allow the girl also to hold the thread and as soon she took it, she
could not hold it tight. It swung away and they lost hold of the kite.
Then I told Sunil to take them near to the border of the sea to have a
closer look at the waves.
The man was waiting for me. I bought “achcharu” and I gave him also a
parcel, he reluctantly took and ate a few pieces of pineapple and
offered it to a beggar boy. I asked for his name, he said “Noel
Senevirantne.” Hamu put his surname to me and I have a birth
certificate.” He showed me the original copy which was brown in colour.
“Then one night I overheard they were quarrelling over me and “chuti
mahattaya” and “hamu” put me in the car. As my eyes were blurred, I was
to under go an operation for eye pressure, yet, they took me in the car,
went a long way and in a lonely place at a bus halt I was pushed down. I
did not have a cent in my hand, only the birth certificate which I had
the time of lifting from my drawer and a few photographs.
I asked why he did not inform the Police, he said “No never. I love
that family how can I ever do that, from there I walked up to Colombo
and near churches and temples I got my meals and slept where ever I felt
comfortable.” He showed me the photographs. Those were stain photos not
visible enough. Recently, I had to travel to Kandy in a bus alone, and
as on the route information given by the old man, I went in search of
the house and I found that house was not there, the main road had been
widened, and the house had been destroyed. As I always had an aim of
helping or sorting out problems of others of which my husband usually
grumbles. I inquired from the particular vicinity. A hotel man said, “A
Seneviratne family was there about ten years back, now they are living
in the scheme houses in Kandy.”
I managed to find the Seneviratne, I was amazed to see an unclean
dirty small flat. I asked the neighbours , They said, “Aiyo nona the
most miserable family in the flat, from morning till evening the old
couple quarrels and the children are “kuddas.” That was enough for me.
I thought of the Bible verse “what shall you sow, so shall you reap.”
As the school examinations were close by I was involved with the
education of my three children and I forgot the whole episode.
One morning I heard the postman ringing his bell and Alice came
running and said there is a small parcel nona you have to sign and
collect it.
I was wondering what it was. I never used to get parcels by post.
Yet, I signed and took and opened it. It was a savings book and the name
was A N R Seneviratne. I was puzzled. Then, I read the attached note it
said “give this to Harrison Seneviratne, 16/4 H Housing Scheme, Malwatte
Road, Kandy.
I opened the book and I was dazed, there was Three Hundred Thousand
collected to be withdrawn by Harrison. I started sweating and felt
faintish. Then quickly the old man came to my mind whom I met, several
years back. As the children were in school, I called Alice quickly took
the car keys and drove fast as possible to Galle Face. I searched for
the old man’s face and I asked one of the “saruvath” sellers what
happened to the old man, they even without looking at me said, he died
several months back, another small boy said, he was having high fever,
my mother warded him in hospital. With the book in hand I saw the
evening twilight, beyond the horizon, sun sinking deeper and deeper,
reminiscing the conversation of the old man had with me, suddenly my
lips unawares whispered “May He Rest in Peace.”
“Nona yamu gedera babala avith ethi,” said Alice. With tearful eyes,
I tried to keep my mind balanced and I decided to carry out the task of
handing over the savings book to the man whom the old man requested.
Another task on my head, yet, is there an end to this world?
(Based on a true story.) |