One... Five…. Six…. Peradeniya Rd.,
Kandy…. One…. Five…. Six... Peradeniya road…. The Private road… Not a Private road… But, it was…. The*** Private road…. The*** one and only… The*** road…. The ***ultimate…. That ends… With no return…. That leads to ….. The Garden…. Second only to heaven…. Countless virgins…. At least…. That is how we saw it.
The Garden…. Full of Flowers... Bees… Birds… Butterflies…. Of all Colours…. Creed…. Sizes… Standards…. Bees hummed….. Birds chirped… Butterflies swayed…
Flowers bloomed…. With colours…. Of a Rainbow...
Without Thorns… Without fear…. Of buds being plucked…. Of being harassed…. But being loved…. Unrestricted…. Making the Time…. Sweet with memories
Flowers from Convent….. Flowers from High School… Flowers from Mahamaya….. Flowers from Pushpadana…. All bloomed…. In this garden.
The birds… And the Bees….. And the Butterflies….. Mostly from Sylvesters…. For they were the Romeos…. The galant…. The brave…. The naughty… But sweet…. With a few Rajans…. And Woodians of the kings.
First flower to bloom…. From convent….A Planter plucked…. Amidst Jealousy…. Raised Eyebrows…. The petite…. The Tall Slim… With no warning…. Romeos within…. Wept in silence.
The most eligible…. Next in line… The Vestrian Romeo…. We watched…. In silence…. As he sped… With drooping gaze…. Innocence… Heavy books… Into Pera Campus ...Medically qualified…. Nectar within… He never savoured…. Flew away… Leaving flowers… Within for the others.
Not so tall… With no less charm… Same bush… Next flower…. Convent BYT…. As we called…. Beautiful Young Thing…. Name of a flower… My secret …. Todate never said…. Expert in teeth…Not from within…. Bit the petals.
Guys laid… On beds…. Gazing at ceiling… In darkness… Alone… Lonely… Until…. As the lyricists wrote… Singers sang… “සිරි යහනේ ලනු ඉහිරී සුසුම් හෙලන රෑ… මකුළු දැලෙන් සිරි සිරියේ වියන් බඳින රෑ…. යටලීයෙන් නාරිලතා මල් පූදින්නේ”
Romeos wandered… Beyond the garden…. Flowers within…. Plucked by others… garden dispersed…. Hardly together…. Except for few… In Colombo.
Winding up…. The uncle… Centurion… Whose lap… A pachyderm sat… Going strong… With Molly… The dolly…. Long live… Jolly good fellow… Uncle Woods.
If time… Permits us… Old but young.. guys and girls… Let us meet… The One Five Six lot…. Here or heaven… Never in hell… Not destined.
ඒත්… ලාහට ගෙම්බො…. පුලුවන්නම් අල්ලපං.
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