The Fourth Monkey (Nalugo Koti)

Abstract

                Now a days, Chandramma is not at all seen. In fact, I do not know her original name. I saw her fifteen years ago for the first time when, she used to go to school with books in her hand. The poor girl did not have chappals to her feet. Her clothes were soiled and unkempt. She did not have a bag to keep her books. She arranged her books carefully in a lined fashion on her shoulder. She was cautious to take care of the books lest they fall. She used to pass just in front of me.