No swing, No New Year without Seeya
Amila and his little sister Kusum were highly excited. April was
finally here and it was a time of excitement for both. Not only was it
time for school holidays but it also meant they got to savour different
kinds of sweetmeats, get presents from their parents and more
importantly spend all their time playing during the Sinhala and Hindu
New Year. Every April the highlight of the month for them was the swing
their grandfather tied on the mango tree in the garden. They spent many
hours swinging away and taking turns on it.
On the last day of the school term Amila was impatient to get home.
let's get seeya to tie the swing for us when we get home", he told his
younger sister as they both rushed home after school.
"Seeya!" They both shouted while running into the house. They walked
into their grandfather's room but he was nowhere to be found. Neither
was he in the garden where he liked to spend time growing different
kinds of plants.
"This is so strange", said Amila who then went in search of his
mother. "Amma where is Seeya he asked.
"Sorry, Amila, Seeya had to return to the village on a short trip for
an urgent matter" she said feeling sad for both as she knew they looked
forward to fixing the swing every avurudu season.
"Oh!" said Amila feeling very sad but what could he do. Suddenly a
thought struck Amila. "Why don't I put up the swing myself" he thought
to himself. Collecting the items needed to put it up he told Kusum,
"Come Nangi, we are going to put up the swing on our own, Seeya will be
proud of us".
For hours and hours Amila and Kusum tried to fix the swing but what
they didn't realise was that they were too small and not so tall to
reach the branches of the tall mango tree.
Their mother silently watched the children trying hard but there was
nothing she could do either. She called her children in.
"Amila and Kusum let's put the swing up when Seeya comes", she said.
The children were sad but they knew they could not do it on their own.
The next morning Amila woke up to hear giggles and the sound of
laughter from the garden. It was Kusum and it sounded like she was
playing. But who could it be with. Amila stepped into the garden to see
Kusum going higher and higher on a swing being pushed by their father.
Unknown to them their mother had related the events of the day to
their father who had then put up the swing for the children. "It is
going to be a good Avurudu after all", thought Amila before going to
join his sister and father in the garden.