Saturday, March 19, 2011

Short Story: The wedding ring


Shermila was transferred from Colombo to a school in Jaffna. She was travelling with her septuagenarian mother by the intercity express bus which left the terminal at 10.30 in the night.

It was a tedious journey of about seven to eight hours. Save for a few vehicles, the street was desolate as by that time most of the city folks were abed. The bus trundled on; the night was dark and silent; in an hour's time most of the passengers including Shermila's aged mother dozed off. Shermila's mind ran through the corridor of memory.

Thirty years ago Shermila was a petite, slim lass of twenty years, following a three-year English language course at the University in Kandy. She had an affair in the university with a Jaffna Tamil boy Selvarajah, who was two year's senior.
She first met him at the university canteen; a casual meeting blossomed into a love affair and would have culminated in their marriage were it not for an untoward incident during that period.
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