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The Coconut Tree

There is an old coconut tree in front of my grandfather’s home at Kaluthara ( Coastal city in Sri Lanka) . The tree was there for generations. I still can remember my grandfather looking at this tree from his nearby workshop. He was a carpenter. He chop, cut, shape timber into to beautiful wooden furniture’s and objects. He was a man with principals. He made his living by offering these beautiful furniture’s to daughters of rich fathers in our village. Who often had to buy these expensive furniture’s as dowry.  Sometime my grandfather offered his service free of charge to someone who can’t afford dowry. He said at the end only goodness remain. I remember the way he firmly declined the idea of cutting that huge count tree several times even to lucrative deals. For generations I couldn’t understand him.

It isn’t only me had this issue. My father was the first one to make argument to his father.

My father argued saying that coconut tree isn’t valuable as it used to be now, which gives little coconuts and also the threat to home in case of tropical windy monsoon. But grandfather steady as coconut tree never hesitate to change stance.

It took monsoon to realize the true meaning of that silent giant.

Somewhere in early nineties, during early monsoon, when rain nonchalantly hitting the roof making scathing noise, when I was just five, my father was thirty five and my grandfather was sixty five, three of us sit in a row next to each other in an old floor watching rain coming down. I fascinated looking at earth bugs appearing amid wet mist and our pet dog try to catch them. I saw my father and his father looking at coconut tree. It wag to the blowing wind but never breaks. Tenacity of that giant tree kept insisting blowing force of monsoon that it is still young to break. Stubborn to gives it up for whatever reason.

I went my grandfather’s home recently after sometime. It wasn’t the older place used to be twenty three years ago. New veranda, large rooms and whole floors are tiled with resplendent attraction to call a modern home. I find it pleasant and noticed that the floor three generations of sons used to sit is still there with tiles on it.

It start again. The monsoon. Unlike the older days it comes late this time.

I sit on the tiled floor. I recall two men who sit next to me. Both are gone now. But someone else still out there fighting for life. Taking rusty blows of monsoon wind. The true mark of champion is hesitate to give up just like this old coconut tree. It keep feeding fresh energy for life.

I sit on the floor, looked at tiny rain drops. I see shadow of mine next to me. It looks exactly like my father. I know that tree still there and the reason for my grandfather and father to respect it .

It takes time to read little things and connect them to your life, real trump of living is to find this connection.

Still coconut tree wag like good old days, but it never breaks.


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Valentine 14

I’m bit late for valentine. But definitely not too late.  Love doesn’t need a specific date. It needs two hearts. 🙂 Just like you and me.

This post will recall the day one of my love story.

I’ never write romance on my blog. But how can I refrain from sharing my thoughts on one of most beautiful days in my life.

Chocolate Cake

The first time I saw her, she was with a plate of Chocolate cakes.  I didn’t notice cake, but a smile, striking one with deep touch of care hidden in her eyes. That is the first time I felt she has something special.  Her eyes were expressive; absolutely expressive like a princess to deflect my cake temptation.  I felt something. I want to start a conversation with her.

That glowing black hair, dark- fair skin and gorgeous smile made me nerves.

She started to walk. I was looking at wiggle like walk and hesitated to a call form haven with a low tone whispering voice close to my ears. That whisper out from her lips triggered my sense.

“Do you want more?” she asked serving chocolate cake  again.

It was soft. Touching, Slow and careful. I saw element of half giggle on her lips with prefund temptation.  Oh boy … couldn’t say a word, but her eyes deflect the silence.

I took another piece of cake and smile. She giggled slowly and walks away.

That Giggling was lyrical

The way she  carefully collect words with deliberate attention to details and how she wrap-up conversation with lovely attractive smile spark my inner sense to breed new thoughts and  light up my world. I knew instantly my life is about to change.

That chocolate cake and the one served chocolate cake made me a fiancée.

I realized value of sharing emotions, feelings with someone whom you can depend. Give wings to dreams. I felt like it’s time to share my life with her.

For a man, you don’t feel like living until you have been loved by someone. It takes little time to realize trump of life is not live without troubles, live with troubles and with lots of love and care. life become complete with responsibility.

I’m glad  I met her. She is special . I think she change my life. Sparked new dreams and hopes.

Love is like wind, you can’t see it, but you can feel it.  Instead of sending Rosses on 2014 valentine, I wrote my honest feeling.  Unlike roses this feeling of love will last for long time. Every time she reads this she would recall that memory.

I know she would read this post many times. Every time she read our love, it will only become stronger and stronger.

I want more than chocolate cakes after you read this.

Please send me a text message every time you read this.


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