When I was a little kiddo , I was expecting love from every one. If I can recall every moment from the good old days , I can easily say about my experiences. But my memories are like a rainbow. It comes at once , just after a shower and with in a moment of time it disappears. I can still remember the red color A-line frock , my mom sewed for me , when me and Appuchcha went to Kandy. It was a beautiful dotted frock. Mom did Embroider a beautiful 5 petal flower with leaves on it. When I came home , she wanted me to fit it on.I was utter happy to see the beautiful gown. It was the first incident , which comes to my mind , when I travel backwards.
Then the arrival of my little brother . He gave me a mountain high love . Peeing on me , kissing me and biting me gave me the feelings of love deeply. He is also a donor of love . I can still remember the 10 little fingers and 10 little toes. He was a cute kiddo. We both grew up like fine wine. My brother was the one who encourages me with sarcasm every time when I was down . He was the one who told me the value of Education . He was the one who scolded me with out understanding the complete picture. Any way am gonna write another chapter about him. Isnt it love ? If you do not have affection towards some one do you ever motivate that person ? Do you ever scold some one ? Do you ever push someone ?
There were tons of guys came after me , when I was on the edge of a teenager. I was not that beautiful , but my personality and chit chat talks gave me the value. My sweet words , and playful attitude attracted the guys. But my mom was a teacher at the same school . So I had to be extremely careful . I first fell in love with a dark guy. He was in grade 9 , I was in grade 6 . But he was in love with another girl in grade 7 .But I had the hopes , till I was in grade 10. A guy proposed me , but I do not know the reasons for rejecting him. He was very smart . But I felt No..I some times think , even in a corner of my heart Didnt I really love the dude ? I think NO..
Then in 1991 -13-12 , Lokuu said he loves me. He was the guy in my dreams. He was tall , slim very smart , kind hearted guy. He had the license to come to our house , as both fathers were good friends. He drinks a bit . But it did not bother me at all. He loved me like no other. He was a guy who had a huge heart , . In another words he poured love to my heart directly. I felt his love so deeply and even today , I respect him for giving me such a love. I loved the way he talks , the way he describes things, the way he understand things..everything. We both were like one creature.We played games together , made Achcharu , had gala times with water...
One day when he was coming , I was watering the plants. He was wearing my favorite long , blue stripes T shirt with a beige color trouser. He had a kind of a smile .."Let me do something for you " ..I was also a girl who never gave up , even after defeated. I directed the shower to him . All over !! He was shouting and calling my mom ....I did not stop .. I gave him a gala time. But he warned me .. " Nanga , am also your type.. Okay ? get ready for something similar or more adventurous. " I just said 'Lets see.."
Poor guy , got a sarong of Appuchchas , wore his wet t shirt and was waiting in the kitchen talking to my mom. I was just sat next to him , doing my home work . I saw the kettle closer to him , but never thought he would have picked it to give me the punishment. Normally , Amma used that kettle to boil water . And every time it had boiling water. He just touched my head and asked me to come to his leg. It was so natural , he loved me like his own n I sat on his lap. He held me tightly with his other arm ( they were like jiant's arms as he practised basket ball every day )and took the kettle and I was shouting .."Lokko , it has boiling water.. I ll get burnt my self " But he did not care took me out and put water .. I was lucky , water was Luke warm and he gave me a bath .. then when mom went out of the kitchen , huggggggggggggggggssssssss me and said ."I love your jokes raththaran... , it gives me energy to love you more and more every day " and later that evening , I had hundred kisses on my forehead , cheeks and on my lips. He held my face like he was holding a precious jewel.. Love is worth remembering , Isn't it ?
I only capture the beauty of everything . I captured the spirit , energy he had. He never ever hurt me. He could have easily used me , but was a gentle man and loved me like no other. He gave me the most valuable memories. I do not say it was romantic, because I was not aware of the word " romance" at that time. But the feelings were so genuine . so beautiful . so natural.
Do I still love him ????
Yeah .. but I do not think as a lover.. Something more deeper ....A feeling which shows you the right from wrong ..But still ;
He gave me a world of love and showed me the way to walk . Hats off for you Lokuuu ..I might meet you again , in this life time .. Hug me and hold me like your nanga.. Lets show the world , the real meaning of LOVE.. It has no selfish feelings. When you are happy am happy too..
Then the arrival of my little brother . He gave me a mountain high love . Peeing on me , kissing me and biting me gave me the feelings of love deeply. He is also a donor of love . I can still remember the 10 little fingers and 10 little toes. He was a cute kiddo. We both grew up like fine wine. My brother was the one who encourages me with sarcasm every time when I was down . He was the one who told me the value of Education . He was the one who scolded me with out understanding the complete picture. Any way am gonna write another chapter about him. Isnt it love ? If you do not have affection towards some one do you ever motivate that person ? Do you ever scold some one ? Do you ever push someone ?
There were tons of guys came after me , when I was on the edge of a teenager. I was not that beautiful , but my personality and chit chat talks gave me the value. My sweet words , and playful attitude attracted the guys. But my mom was a teacher at the same school . So I had to be extremely careful . I first fell in love with a dark guy. He was in grade 9 , I was in grade 6 . But he was in love with another girl in grade 7 .But I had the hopes , till I was in grade 10. A guy proposed me , but I do not know the reasons for rejecting him. He was very smart . But I felt No..I some times think , even in a corner of my heart Didnt I really love the dude ? I think NO..
Then in 1991 -13-12 , Lokuu said he loves me. He was the guy in my dreams. He was tall , slim very smart , kind hearted guy. He had the license to come to our house , as both fathers were good friends. He drinks a bit . But it did not bother me at all. He loved me like no other. He was a guy who had a huge heart , . In another words he poured love to my heart directly. I felt his love so deeply and even today , I respect him for giving me such a love. I loved the way he talks , the way he describes things, the way he understand things..everything. We both were like one creature.We played games together , made Achcharu , had gala times with water...
One day when he was coming , I was watering the plants. He was wearing my favorite long , blue stripes T shirt with a beige color trouser. He had a kind of a smile .."Let me do something for you " ..I was also a girl who never gave up , even after defeated. I directed the shower to him . All over !! He was shouting and calling my mom ....I did not stop .. I gave him a gala time. But he warned me .. " Nanga , am also your type.. Okay ? get ready for something similar or more adventurous. " I just said 'Lets see.."
Poor guy , got a sarong of Appuchchas , wore his wet t shirt and was waiting in the kitchen talking to my mom. I was just sat next to him , doing my home work . I saw the kettle closer to him , but never thought he would have picked it to give me the punishment. Normally , Amma used that kettle to boil water . And every time it had boiling water. He just touched my head and asked me to come to his leg. It was so natural , he loved me like his own n I sat on his lap. He held me tightly with his other arm ( they were like jiant's arms as he practised basket ball every day )and took the kettle and I was shouting .."Lokko , it has boiling water.. I ll get burnt my self " But he did not care took me out and put water .. I was lucky , water was Luke warm and he gave me a bath .. then when mom went out of the kitchen , huggggggggggggggggssssssss me and said ."I love your jokes raththaran... , it gives me energy to love you more and more every day " and later that evening , I had hundred kisses on my forehead , cheeks and on my lips. He held my face like he was holding a precious jewel.. Love is worth remembering , Isn't it ?
I only capture the beauty of everything . I captured the spirit , energy he had. He never ever hurt me. He could have easily used me , but was a gentle man and loved me like no other. He gave me the most valuable memories. I do not say it was romantic, because I was not aware of the word " romance" at that time. But the feelings were so genuine . so beautiful . so natural.
Do I still love him ????
Yeah .. but I do not think as a lover.. Something more deeper ....A feeling which shows you the right from wrong ..But still ;
He gave me a world of love and showed me the way to walk . Hats off for you Lokuuu ..I might meet you again , in this life time .. Hug me and hold me like your nanga.. Lets show the world , the real meaning of LOVE.. It has no selfish feelings. When you are happy am happy too..
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