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 You’ve a soft corner for me!
I cannot trace the origin of my ancestors as we are becoming a
vanishing tribe. It’s from them I could know my pedigree. But we are a
good breed.
I grew among children between the age group of seven to fifteen. They
were boisterous, playful and some innocent. They live a happy contented
life and enjoyed every moment. As children they played with all kinds of
toys. But out of all they took a liking towards me. Not as a toy but as
I resembled the shape of a bird.
Children loved birds.
I had no parents to boast, but as some do I was adopted. I did not
have a birth certificate and did not bear my name on it.
I had no brothers and sisters. I had a beautiful figure, slim and
quiet while every child had a soft corner for me. Parents had a hard
time as children wanted to possess me. They kept on pestering their
parents to get me. In my neighbourhood I had made many friends. They
were in different age groups. They had various shapes and sizes. Some
had fat bodies and some slim. I was considered the most prettiest out of
all.
I was tall, long whiskers on either side of my face, long neck,
pointed nose, a long colourful tail with few feathers at the top to
cover my head. At times I had a look of a fighter pilot ready for the
flight. I was bold and proved as Neil Armstrong, had the urge to fly
even to the moon. Most of my lovers were children and they had the
confidence that I will perform acrobatics as in an air display.
I had reached the ripe old age to marry. I was on the look out for a
suitable partner. Several men wanted to date me. But I was not willing.
One day a youth with flamboyant looks got hold of me and took me to his
house. He gave me all the comforts he could afford. I spent a happy life
with my lover for a long time. One day he took me to the sea side, and
threw me to the wind.
I got angry at the funny way he treated me. I did not want to stay
any longer with him.I got disgusted and flew high and high to escape
from this nasty devil.In the beach I asked my father what was that man
threw up finally. He said it was a ‘Kite.’
- Tiss Hewavitarane |
