16.0 Little Tips For Reading And Writing Love Letters.

As Valentine's day is near, I would like to share some of my memories regarding love letters️. As I have a lot of memories of this, I thought to bring them into two parts. So, this is the first portion of love letters. My parents are the two main characters for my first memorable story. In the past, I had a habit of digging everything and, find out something. 

So, when times permitted, I searched in every nook and corner of drawers, cupboards and, showcases. There was a showcase which consists of some clothes and some old stuff. Under the clothes, there was a little-secured pack and, then I took it out. When I opened it, I saw a bundle of letters, and it was a pleasure for me to find them. It was a great pleasure for me once I got to know that those are some letters. By the time I was thirteen years old.

All those letters arranged nicely. It gave me a perspiration fragrance once I opened one letter️. So, I wanted to see the contents of those letters soon. I got to know that those letters written by my parents when they were lovers after reading a few of them. 

As I wanted to keep this as a secret, that place was not good to read them peacefully. So, I took all the letters and put them in my room. The biggest problem I had was my sister as she can spoil this within a few minutes if she found these letters. Because it's difficult to conceal something from her. In those days, her main task was to find and, tell my mistakes to my mother. Because she did not prefer to hear appreciations given by my parents to me. She tried to crash it and, hunt down for every possible mistake. She was very jealous to see my good image. So anyway, this was a nasty thing to hide from her.

So, I had to wait for a couple of days to find out a good time to read even though I hid these letters in a secured place. I kept on thinking that how to find out a suitable time for this thing. We two studied in one room and, used to sleep with my mother. So, I did not have a chance to read these quick enough. When I was thinking and thinking I got a smart idea. 

That is to keep these letters one by one in a big book that can be covered a half-sheet. Then I thought that I can read them by showing that I was reading that book. And, then my next step was to find a book which can keep these letters without showing them outside. That was my requirement and, I spent another couple of days to find out a suitable book. 

Finally, I found a good book. That was the character of honorable 'Anagarika Dharmapala. It was a great book given by my grandfather when he was teaching 'English' language for me. It was written down from his birth to death. It had a dark-colored blended rosy back cover and, the gold-hued text style was there saying 'Honorable Anagarika Dharmapala. I already read this book on those days, even though I have taken this for my work. Later on, I gave that book to our temple's library.

He was a heroic character in our country 'Sri Lanka and, he served our nation well. In that era, Buddha Gaya in India has not belonged to Buddhists. They did not get the opportunity to worship. Buddha Gaya is the place where our Lord Buddha enlightened. So, 'Anagarika Dhramapalathuma put an enormous effort and, he could take Buddha Gaya back to Buddhists. Buddhists could worship that place with sacred thoughts again. I think Indians respected him more than our Sri Lankans and, you can identify that difference once you visit India. 

His service for publishing Buddhism in the world also appreciable and, he sacrificed his life for Buddhism because of these situations. However, he had to do these things amid huge obstacles, even though he worked for a common goal of Sri Lankans. It is said that he did not get much support whatever he ought to have received for a common purpose. But he was a devotee to heal the hearts of many people. When he was publishing the Dhamma in other countries, there was another great person who supported him a lot and, he was 'Sir Henry Olket. 

So, when I looked at these letters, my hands trembled. After that, I kept one letter inside the book to read. That was a letter written by my mother and, it was awesome. When I saw the letters that she had written, I felt a sigh of relief. It's clean so clear. It was about her stuff like the days she went to work, her friends' stories and, the days she came back home. So, without any distraction, I was able to read a lot of letters written by my parents without taking the attention of my sister. To read these letters peacefully, I went to a corner of the room by facing the door. It helped me to take suitable action when somebody was entering the room. 

Therefore, I had enough time to hide my book and, read another one according to the situation. My mother nicely arranged the letters by the date she sent and, received. Therefore, her written one and, father's response was there in order. So, it was easy for their eldest daughter to read. However, both did not communicate any romantic stuff. I think they assumed this situation earlier.

The main problem I had was about my father's handwriting and, it was not clear to read. Therefore, I had to put additional effort to understand his wordings and, to see anyone coming into the room. I could read two to three letters written by my mother when trying to read one letter written by my father. I thought that how did my mother read this stuff and, that was the idea I had when I was reading my father's letters. His textual style was italic and aligned to the left-hand side. I had many letters to read and, I finished more than half of it. 


So, I followed my safety mechanisms and, read that book for a couple of days. One day my sister was suspicious about this reading as she noticed that I was reading the same book for a couple of days. So, she asked that 'Do you have interesting stuff to read? I do not think so'. I blamed her and, said that she does not know the importance of anything. As her behavior was a bit suspicious, I also worked more carefully. 

But one day she suddenly entered the room and, hauled the book without keeping time for me to take any action. Then a few letters and books tumbled down when I was trying to get them back, and she could pick one letter. When she grabbed that, I did not have anything to do with it. So, she wanted to read all the others. She was three years younger than me. So, I tried to convince her less maturity. She did not look back even though I tried to stop her. After that, I knew the next results once she went away with an angry mood.

After that, I was ashamed when my mother returned to the room. Then she blamed me and, asked for all the letters. As soon as it was taken, she burned it all over.

It gave me sad and guilty feelings as those were suddenly vanished because of me. Then I said that 'I read just one letter. Do not burn all'. But she was so silent and, did not listen to me. Apart from the letters, there was some stuff like greeting cards and, pictures. There was one picture of a pretty girl who holds a Rose flower. She looks like my mother, and my father has taken from a magazine.

Still, I can remember that tragic minute where all these nice things became ash within a few minutes. I had the worst feeling about this loss than the terrible feeling I had about the rest of the letters that I could not read. I think my mother informed my father about this. So, it was very guilty to look at his face. I did not talk too much with my father for several days. But my father behaved as usual.

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15.0 I Hate Egg Smell And Love Chick... How About You?

Once I start writing this topic also, I can feel the smell of eggs because I have some stories about eggs. I did not like eggs since childhood. I dropped an egg on the floor and, it was the very first incident that comes to my mind and, on that day my mother punished me as I did that intentionally. I cannot remember that for what reason I did that silly thing.

I think that I did not like eggs because of their smell. That smell could make unpleasantness about eggs. Therefore, I did not eat boiled eggs since childhood and, used to eat egg omelets because it's a bit spicy. But to eat it, the egg omelet should have a pleasant look and, I did not eat if it was a melted one. So, I did not have the willingness to eat eggs because of these main reasons. 

Those days I didn't prefer to have my supper with anyone who eats eggs with their meals. But I couldn't keep away from this circumstance when I was working in an office. Later on, I could bear up this smell and, had my meal without sharing with none veggie-lover companions.

Recently, I used not to contemplate whatever could make an appalling feeling after listening for a 'Lord Buddha's Dhamma' preached by 'Ven Thiththagalle Ananda' Thero. If you learn how to look at life in that manner, you will receive great comfort. 

However, still, it is a bit difficult to bear up the smell of eggs once somebody is eating eggs. But, now I can transform these sentiments or thoughts into reality as per that preach. My religion is Buddhist. So, that is the reason I included these points. I felt these feelings firmly. I believe you can bear up to these things without having an awful view if you are not Buddhist. However, it will be helpful for a person to learn about Buddhism.

Then the next incidents about eggs happened during the schooling days. In those days, my mother arranged eggs as different meals for us and, forced me to eat. Therefore, the only thing she did not do was hitting me and, she put her maximum effort to give it to me by blaming and warning. There was no excuse and, I had to have it finally. The worst thing she did was preparing eggs in different ways. In any case, I didn't care for it at any rate. Some days she prepared half-boiled eggs with salt and pepper and, asked me to drink saying that it's very nutritious.  That blend was exceptionally terrible for me and, I saw it like a snail.  I attempted a great deal to dismiss it and, cried. But it did not work. Her other method was egg coffee and, she used to prepare a milk coffee with a half-boiled egg. She believed that the coffee drink was all the more dominant with that egg. I never enjoyed that thick coffee. But I had to have it on school days. It was an essential drink if I have evening classes after school. Therefore, most of those days I cried and, went to school. Once I returned home, they were kidding me saying that I have a delicate and, charming look because of that drink I had in the morning. Those days that egg coffee could make me angry.

So, time went fast by eating and drinking eggs. When I was doing advance level exams, I had to stay in a boarding house near to the school. That was the place where I had to eat all the given foods, and those most of the foods I did not have at home. 

Those foods were not on my list at home. But here, I could not stay away from them as I didn't have any sustenance decisions like home. There was a separate maid to prepare meals for us and, I did not like the manner in which the housemaid had dealt with the eggs. As per the instructions she received, she used to cut one egg into a couple of pieces and provided for us. In this way, we didn't have a chance to have one egg at any given moment. However, it was not a problem for me as I was not an egg lover. Egg omelet was also not tasty and, its look was not pleasant for me to eat. Therefore, there were many reasons for me to reject eggs those days and, the ways they have prepared eggs was the main reason.

One day once I came home, my mother planned to prepare a dessert called "Watalappan. As you most likely are aware, that sustenance gets ready with more eggs. So, she asked me to break some eggs and put them into a jar. Then I saw one egg with a redded yolk and, it was somewhat not quite the same as the other eggs. I have never seen such an egg before. I just thought that a little chicken was conceiving in that egg. So, I quickly went and told my mother. She asked me to throw that egg away. Then I said that I cannot break any more eggs as there can be little chicks in those eggs. My mother continued the "Watalappan dessert and, I left. After that, I did not eat "Watalappan and, before that, it was my favorite dish. So, after that, I thought I would completely stop eating eggs. 

So, once I went back to the boarding house, I told aunty not to make eggs for me. She also did not like my decision as my parents and pointed out certain advantages of this food. She pointed out that I wanted to have good food in the exam days. However, I did not have the power to eat eggs again. At that time I already stopped eating chicken as well and, therefore it was not a hard decision for me. A few years before, I saw that one person was killing them for meat and, it was the reason behind me to stop eating chicken. So, before avoiding egg, that aunty used to kidding me saying that I was only angry with chick kids. Even though it was a joke of her I used to think about it seriously and, meantime this incident also happened. 

So, many tried to give eggs to me to eat. In the boarding house, there was a maid and, she was like our granny. She said that skin would be increasingly delightful if I can have eggs again.  

However, I could not eat eggs again. After a couple of months, I felt great relief to my mind, even though there were many reasons like exam pressure for me to stress out. I thought I got that benefit to my soul because of this decision. But I did not stop eating some foods like biscuits, ice cream, and pastries which made using eggs though I stopped eating cooked eggs. However, I stopped eating "Watalappan. So, some people are kidding about it. As well as I did not break an egg again. Now, most of them considered an egg as vegetarian food.  There is no involvement with the male one and, it's just an egg of the hen according to the view. However, I could not settle my mind to break an egg again. I generally had uncertainty about whether there was a chick or not.

Sometimes, this practice bothered others who eat non-vegetarian foods when I went outing with them. Because when I pick my meals, they needed to sit tight for quite a while. Sometimes, we had to order again and, it made them crazy. So, at that time I had to listen for many speeches that depict the benefits of been none veg. But I did not contend and made them crazier as they were waiting because of me. One day I had to suffer from a stomachache because of eggs. That day I had to drink water from a cup used by a person who ate eggs. At that time, when I was drinking water, I felt the smell of eggs and, then I washed the cup as I could not select another one because of the crowded situation. So, on the next whole day, I was in the bathroom like a dummy.

There is another fun memory of an egg when it comes to working. That organization gave lunch for us and, we had to pay for a little from our compensation. 

The vendor was a reputed firm and, most of them trusted their food. So many people did not bring lunch from home. One boy also bought his lunch and, there was an omelet on his plate. At that time, I was sitting at a table and, waited for more friends to join us for lunch. We saw that boy was coming and, suddenly that omelet went away because of the fan. It made us laugh and, we could not stop our laugh though we did not do it intentionally. But it was a big disgrace to that boy as some others also laughed. As well as, we could identify the quality of that omelet. 

One day one of my cousins made some arrangements for my birthday at their home. Those days I was staying there to go to work. A few cousins also joined with us and, it was a joyful day for us. So, she prepared meals for the people who were coming to the birthday party. She was preparing some food items with fried eggs. Once we went to the kitchen, we saw that she was wiping a boiled egg using a piece of cloth.  On the other days, we used to wipe cleaned hands using that cloth. So, now others did not want to eat eggs on that day and, all refused to eat because of this reason. However, they had to eat as she threatened them and, it was fun for us.




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14.0 Let's Travel By Bus And Have Fun.

As there are many stories that happened inside the buses when I was traveling, this is the second portion. As well as this is the first story of this new year and I’m drafting this on the 1st of January 2019. I think this would be a good start for the new year. Today is a company holiday for most and the 1st of January is a holiday for my former office as well. But I’m working half a day today as my career has changed a bit. So, I thought it would be better to work on the first day of the new year.

I wanted to add something from the outside of the story regarding the new year greetings we exchange with each other. Thanking the latest technology, everyone is sharing greeting messages easily. So, most of them do not call to convey the greeting message. 

Most of the time we receive this as an image, video or sticker. Here I’m writing my honest feeling. Sometimes you may agree with me. Most of the times I did not feel the greetings when sending it via the different methods I mentioned above. It’s just another message for me. I felt the greeting much when I’m conveying it via a voice call. As well as sending or posting a greeting card would make both senders and, receivers happier. I think it's more powerful than a voice call. 

However, we liked the latest technology and, we cannot use the older methods by keeping the latest methods away. As usual, the younger generation adored at the latest. So, I think it is better if we can follow these methods according to the types of different personalities. As an example, we can send the greetings to our grannies via a voice call. Then it helped them to discuss more things with us. As you know, the vast majority of the elders do not have the opportunity to share their old memories and thoughts even though they are willing to do so. In this situation, you may have to hear older stuff again. But it would give joy to your seniors in this new year's eve. If we can send a nice greetings card for our close friends by post, it would be a great idea. 

(When remembering some of them, I'm feeling somewhat angry about them. Thing is some friends could type more than a thousand letters to say their gossips and sorrows. But they are not willing to type about twenty-five letters to share a lovely greeting. If you are conscious of everything, you can identify these observations via this small stuff.)

Here, I’m wishing a blessed, peaceful and prosperous new year for you all. May all good dreams come true this year and always keep in mind that this year is yours. The next 365 days given for you to get the revenue for all the hard times you spent. 

Think about ‘Time. You think about the consumption of time while you are enjoying the new year's eve. As you know time is priceless. We cannot take back the time. Therefore, it is necessary to consider whether we have used this time in the past year correctly. Otherwise, I would like to request you to prepare a small plan for this year. I’m suggesting this as one of your best friends or loving sisters. 

As well as you try to think about the truth. It’s my next small request in this new year. The truth here is we have lesser time to live our lives than last year as one year had gone now. If you like to think in that way, it will really help to reduce our faults. Because after that we need to live the rest of our lives peacefully without making trouble for others. Or else most of the people used to think that they will live forever and they act accordingly. I think most of you may agree with my point. Please do tell me your views and, I would like to reconsider my thinking pattern accordingly. If you think as so once, you will identify your status as a human and pending responsibility you have for your society. I’m writing these additional things as I thought to share some good thoughts with you in this new year. 

So, now I'm moving back to my bus stories.

I could see different characters inside the bus. Some people used to sleep as soon as they got a seat to sit. Some of them did not behave well in front of women and tried to harass them. Some people liked to help others and, some of them were thieves. Out of all, most of them used to sleep without thinking about others and, they harassed women. Sometimes you may face or observe similar situations when you are using public transport. 

One day, I asked to move a little bit to someone who sat next to me. At that time he slept well. His seat was not enough for him to sleep well and, that’s why I had to make that request. I did not know that he was of a different nationality. So, he did not get what I said and stood suddenly by saying something. I could not understand what he said to me as well. I think there was a communication gap. Lol... After a while, he sat back. But he did not sleep till the destination. 

Some people liked to talk with us during this two-hour journey. Some people cannot be managed with a few words and had to talk a little bit. So, the headset was one good solution I had. Sometimes I lied and misled them with wrong personal information. Sometimes I acted like sleeping without listening to them. It was a good solution and the headset was not the best one as some people used to knock and talk. Sometimes I slept. As you know, you cannot do that act for a few hours if you do not want to sleep. So, in such a situation, from time to time I woke up and slept again. I did this for a few times and, the person who sat beside me said that 'You cannot sleep at a stretch right?. Even though it made me laugh, I smiled and slept again.

Sometimes we used to talk a bit rude for the people who did not behave well and troubled us. But I did as so when there were few friends with me. One day, in such a situation, I tried to vomit and, it was an act to keep that person away from by making an unpleasant feeling about me. It worked well and, he went away. 

Most of the times we did not talk with them loudly to point out their faults as others used to take us as a joke. They never consider the uncomfortable situation made by the other person. I saw this situation many times in the buses. One day, one lady blamed a person who sat beside her and, that person also said some rubbish words to her. Finally, most of the people tried to get fun out of their fight and, no one helped that woman to get rid of that problem. In the end, she was very helpless and got down from the bus. I felt sad for her and, it was the worst situation I have ever seen️. 

Some people tried to listen to us when we were talking and, it was a disturbance for us. So, we followed different methods to prevent it. One day, we looked around in the window and, discussed the beauty of a kite in the sky. We did not say it loudly as we wanted to know whether that person listens to us or not. As we thought he also searched for a kite in the sky and it made us laugh. After that, he got to know that it was a silly track and, he ashamed a lot. So, he went away.

One day, I watched my wall on Facebook and, suddenly an uncle who sat next to me asked to scroll up to the phone screen. I also could not think much with his unexpected request and, I scrolled up and viewed some posts on the Facebook wall. He wanted to see one post and, at that time I got to know that he also watched my phone screen with me. He looked at that post for a few seconds and said something about that post. 




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