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Humanity is alive

Sagara_Lakshan
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Synopsis
Actually it's a thought of a man living in the society

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Chapter 1 - Chapter one

When I was on my way to Nuwara Eliya one day I saw a small piece of paper hanging from a light pole near Ginigathhena. The piece of paper was swaying in the wind. What is written in this? I peeked at it a little.

"I lost Rs. 50 / =. If anyone gets caught, bring it to this address. I can not see." What?

Doing it now? This is also his address

There are.

Hmm there it is ...

+ Uncle can you tell me where this address is?

- Ah ... is this Grandma? A little further on there is an old house. This grandmother lives in that house. But he does not see. what

The point? + No this is just to meet him.

+ Thank Uncle! Um ... this is probably where it happened. A dilapidated old house. It will not withstand even a single rain. Bow ..! Bow ..! Bow.!

"Who are you? Don't be afraid to come in. She's tied up.

(Sounds weird! Slightly like me

Heard.)

Enough is enough. Let's get rid of Tommy

Inside ...

The blindfolded grandmother was holding a piece of cardboard in the air, as if she were sitting on an old bed with her hand on a decaying corpse.

Grandma!

Whose son are you?

No Grandma when I was walking this way

Rs. 50 / = was found on the ground and picked up. I came to give it to you. (Grandma started crying when she heard my story.)

Son! For two days about fifteen people came and handed over my 50 rupees lying on the floor and picked it up. I did not write that letter, son. I do not know how to read or write, son.

(She cried again).

It's okay, Grandma, you keep this.

When I said that and turned around and was getting ready to go on my journey back ....

Son! At that light pole when you go

Tear off the piece of paper that is hanging

Good not to forget son. Hmmm !. I said goodbye and left

Taken ..

A thousand things began to form in my mind ... Who must have written that letter? She would probably tell everyone who came to see her to tear up the letter. But no one tore it up. I'm grateful to the person who helped this orphaned grandmother with a piece of paper. I wondered if there were a thousand ways to do it.

Where's this address?

?"

All the thoughts that came to my mind were shattered by the voice. No, I heard 50 rupees lying on the ground. I have to give this to that mother. Tell me a little way to get there....