 I didn't know then that the youth and aging are not only for humans, but also for things, as well.
I was studying at night.
All of the sudden, I heard a noise.
I turned and looked.
The umbrella which was up in the almirah had fallen. After seeing me looking, it started talking: "My birthplace is Thailand. After the poor women's day and night labour, we were created. while most of us were exported to many other countries, I was imported to Sri Lanka. After wandering around in many areas, lastly, I was hanging in a store in Colombo city. Dancing happily in the wind, I was peeking at the shoppers' who were coming and disappearing. One day, your mom and sister came to the store. Your sister liked me right away. After bargaining, your mom bought me for 100 Rupees.
Since then, I have been protecting your family from the summer heat and the rainy days. Changing hands, people took me out.
As time went by, I became old. Now, there are more beautiful, small, multi-colored umbrellas than me are hanging in stores. They look so attractive; even there are new ways to open them.
I realized that my days are coming to an end.
I became so sad.
As I feared, one day, they threw me up on this almirah. They replace me with a new, youthful umbrella from the store. The dust had begun to cover me.
They are going to threw me in the garbage soon.
I was born in one place and gave my service in another. Now I am going to thrown into the land without any trace."
After hearing the sad story of the umbrella, a sadness came to me also. Only when someone need us they will take good care of us. When the expected use of us to others stop, they will threw us out - and this, I learned from the story of an umbrella.
- Uthayakala
(Yokaswami childrens Home/ Class 11)
10/2005
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