is working on Firefly Song: In an old, discolored school bus, we headed to Colombo 7 to study. When I was in grade three, we had a morning assembly under the mango tree where the head teacher gave out important information. I often happened to be the student that provided special music, so I sang about being good boys, good students, good citizens, and other such jazz. Despite the shade of the mango tree, the sun was omnipresent in the morning, making me perspire. As soon as the assembly was over, we ran to our classrooms and drank lots of water. On the days I sang, my class teacher complimented me most generously. “You sang beautifully, Chethiya. Who taught you to sing?” “No one. The radio, I guess.” “Now, I must buy a radio like that.”
Posted on: Sun, 14 Sep 2014 00:23:10 +0000