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“ Here, I brought the sharpened tools,
our nilame”. When he said this, his assistant who came with him, kept down the heap of sickles he carried on his shoulders. “Ok, heen akka –
little elder sister, we are planning to harvest hapugaswela paddy fields day
after tomorrow, right?” arachchila wanted to confirm dates from someone inside.
A woman, who was of the same age as kiribanda, little fairer
than him, came to the veranda. “ it is not day after tomorrow but two days after tomorrow
Banda. You forgot it this soon?” she turned to Skiner
after asking that question.
“loku nilame, then I’ll bring the few hey
sticks tomorrow evening after fixing the handles . There were few in the shed as well.”
“Ok naide, I think it is time to sharpen
mammoties too. From the darkened skies these days, it looks like this time’s
yala also will not be a bad season for us.” Arachchila smiled happily looking
at the western sky.
“Will sudu mahaththaya – white gentleman,
go now our nilame? Nayide, who knew
arachchila would not expect a reply for the earlier observation, asked.
“Why? Are you thinking of practicing
horse riding until he goes, if he gets late to go?” Arachchila joked.
“What horse riding for us nilame? On
the other hand, didn’t we ride horses for last Mihidu perahara, although they
were hay ones. This boy likes to see how white master gets on to the horse”
nayide had his own joke.
“ He will take a little
longer to go. If he wants to see that, ask him to wait a little.” Arachchila
focused again on Skiner after saying this.
“So,
how many times did you climb to the top
of Samanala hill? 7, 8 times was it?” he asked Skiner.
“Not 7,
8 times arachchila, 30, 40 times. There were days I climbed the mountain twice.
When I started climbing I lost to 17 soldiers out of 30 soldiers of our Malay
regiment. In the 10th climb, only our sergeant finished climbing
down before me. When I climbed for the fifteenth time, I came back to the foothill
two hours before sergeant.” He proudly presented the whole report of his
Samanala hill climbing to arachchila.
“Skiner
unnahe ( a respectful form of address to a equal), didn’t you take anybody from the village when you
climbed Sri pada?” Asked Kiribanda
arachchila. He lit his cigar again which was already half burnt, and was stubbed
out, earlier.
“listening to the recommendation
of people who came to do road construction duties, we took three good climbers and climbed
twice.. In both days they climbed down between I and සාජන්.
They couldn’t even get close to me.” He smiled
proudly. “Thinking they are losing to me out of respect , I told them I will
release them from road duty and give them panam each as well if they win. But nothing much changed.
“Dark tall guy, climbed in the same
speed as me. But when coming down, he was one hour late.”
“Do you remember how these two guys looked
like? One is dark and thin other one is fair, but short, right skinner unnahe Arachchila asked looking at the faraway sky.
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