𝑾𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝑾𝒂𝒊𝒍 ( දුක් ගන්නා රාළ )

A text message I received from my daughter at a recent Father's Day celebration made me rethink my father. How I described him was the main dilemma. He was a man of a few words. I have more of his physical appearance than my other siblings, but this quality of few words I was not endowed with. My younger brother has received it from him (the universe has very mysterious ways of working and assembling things around it). He showed us the world literally by taking us to various places during school holidays and breaks in between, but his world was just confined to within our shores. By introducing and encouraging us to read early in our lives, he managed to take us far beyond his physically confined shores. Every week, he used to bring at least two books from the library, and we were on them like the vultures on a carcass. He wanted us to think freely and never be afraid of asking questions. Though he was a man of few words, his political allegiance was no secret, with Das Capital pro...