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| Sunday, 30 April 2006 |
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That's Life...
Bro-Boy's friend Pubudu has been such a help the post few weeks. All unknowingly of course. He as a stationery shop next to the church and when the neat gets unbearable in the afternoon, Bro-Boy and I would suddenly decide that one of us needs a stapler or a few files. Strategic as we are this scenario would coincide with Daddy - Boy's and Mother Dear's lazy nap customarily indulged in after lunch. We'd wait patiently till they seem drowsy enough to hmmm to any outrageous proposition and we'd run to the car. Now just so you'd know, we really do go to Pubudu's shop. We honestly use all the pens, pencils and files we buy there. We even have a nice time choosing them picking out the colours we like and fighting over who should get that nice mini stapler in dream when there is only one of it. Now the story is in the getting there. Normally getting to Pubudu's shop would take about three minutes, But what with this terrible heat, Bro-Boy and I decided to explore some of the reads in the comfort of air conditioning of course. "Off roading" we call it. Our favourite is the Gal Edanda Road. Mostly because it's still a gravel road and the said gravel road is bordered by rows of line hedges. The crunch of gravel as we drive and the numerous pot-holes where attempts to "develop" the are by applying tar have failed shamefully hold our term "off roading" true to form. We'd stop by sunny Uncle's place where he has his garage. Bro-Boy would gleefully look around and I too would try to appear interested in conversation about engines, carburators and radiators. After quite a long while my augmented sighs and shuffling would be nested and we'd set off once again only to be accosted by various wild animals. Just exaggerating there- There'd be buffaloes and cows grazing away and all attempts to toot the horn to get them to move away would fail comically. Their fails wagging away mechanically. There'd lazily raise their heads to blink at us. They'd make as if to move away, but they'd be joking of course. However after a while we'd get away slowly drive back home only because it's getting late and hot because we're had enough. But one must always remember that parents have this sort of sixth sense (Mother - Dear uniquely has about ten I believe) and after a few days Daddy Boy refused to hmmm indifferentially tour humble request of taking the car to buy a few pencils. "Pubudy's daily bread probably depends of you two by now..." Daddy- Boy grumbled in between a few shores. "I fail to comprehend your line of thought" said I more the tow decades of being a daughter has shown me that it pays considerably to feign ignorance when awkward situations are on the rise ("Who on earth cooked the chicken today?" is another such situation). Daddy Boy opened his eyes long enough for me to see that they were indeed twinkling mischievously, but he drifted back off to sleep mumbling about some kids somewhere who take hours to buy pencils, you'd think they had to stand in a queue like they used to do to buy bread those days ... zzz ... zzz. Oh goodness me, it has been raining from morning today and I never really thought I'd regret it, but... - Dilini Algama |
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