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Dimithri Wijerathna

Abstract Children


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Dimithri Wijerathna

Abstract Children


Night In Busy Town

Night In Busy Town

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"Beep.....beep.....be...e....e...p...Rrrrr....Rrrrr..

Come, come, come...cheap.cheap.." the words made me horrible and I stood awake at the middle of the night.Ambulances were ringing their buzzers might be immediate patients it creates me a frightening atmosphere. Next door Big dog was barking without a full stop and some drunkards were howling at the middle of the street.


  All these made me to run back to my village , as my friend Natasha persuaded me to stay one night with her as she feels lonely , staying with only her old grandma. Natasha was a elegant girl in her twenties who was born in a silver spoon had wealthy parents. As well as that she was more lucky as she was the only child in her life. One dark night , unexpectedly their life turned to worse with a fatal accident. Natasha's parents were coming home after a dinner party they had to face this fatal accident sparing the life of Little Natasha who was only two years saying some little words , unknowing the reality of life. 


  The relatives of Natsha has not concerned about her but her grandma who is now too old has taken the responsibility to adopt this small girl. Natasha had to lead her life in an apartment though it was a luxury one she always say is that she favours for a " simple lifestyle ".


  I could not sleep anymore though I tried to keep my ears tightly on the pink soft pillow. I feel like sounds ringing on my ear as I was listening to music via earphones.I felt how hard is to live in a busy town and I was amazed how do these people concern on their work with all these horrible sounds.May be from birth they have been adapted to this surrounding. 

  My eyes were in pain as I lost my sleep for many hours. So I thought to sleep without considering the sounds that I hear from outside.


" Stop....Stop..... you took my purse...stop...you thief...you drunkard...stop...Gun shot...."


Alas !!! What a bad life is this ? My mind urges me to raise the curtain softly nor making any other sounds if so Natasha would feel sorry about my loss of sleep. I just raised the curtains slowly , I could see a fat man was in caught with police and there were many people surrounding and watching the scence in big eyes. No..its enough I stand more and watch these all stupid scenes. 


  I just imagined how peaceful the night is in village. The sounds of water lapping near by lake , foxes howling to the moonlit and the humming of owl with shiny eyes on a dead branch as well as that bats flapping wings creating frighten atmosphere. All these were really awesome. 

 I just felt how lucky am I to be born and grown up in a village rather than sticking to an apartment and leading a horrible life with small spaces. Though there is million of wealth what's the use of it without a fresh air to inhale.


  Never be ashamed of being born and grown up in a village. You must be really proud than leading a life in a tiny apartment with no space for movement. You can find the real tranquility in village.

  Night in the busy town was a memorable night for me in my life. 



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