දුම්රිය නැවතුමේ නවතින්නේ විනාඩි දෙකකට තුනකටය . නිල ඇඳුමින් සැරසුණු දෙදෙනෙක් දුම්රිය මැදිරියට නැගුණි . "Sir the fine for eating in the train is thousand dollars . You have to pay at the counter at the station you exit " (මහත්මයා දුම්රිය තුල ආහාර අනුබවය තහනම් , දඩය ඩොලර් දාහයි. දුම්රිය පල ප්රධාන කාර්යාලයෙන් එය ගෙවන්න ) කියා දික් කල දඩ කොලය , අබේ දකුණතින් බාර ගත්තේ , ඉතුරු බනිස් කෑල්ල වමතේ සඟවා ගනිමිනි .
You might have heard about him. Nevertheless , I will tell you. He was a rich man , with wealth that most of us dream of. He worked for a meagre salary , which makes one wonder how he managed to accumulate such wealth. But only he knew the reason for his peace of mind. Every month he got a monthly wage , a few crumpled notes . Sufficient to sustain him for the thirty days.
But as any working man would know , that is not enough for ones mind to rest . There's the future to worry your mind. College expenses and money to pay when the health hits you down.
Yet he was not distressed , cause he got that envelope each month . Sealed envelope that he kept aside . He did not believe in the whole money breeding money theory. "Interest is the payment for the risk you take ..so why should I take that risk...the only risk I am willing to take is something that Can be mitigated with a few moth balls." once he was heard saying.
So these sealed envelopes went in to a shoe box. Old , faded and worn out by now for sure. But don't ever think he was close-fisted as mattakundaly was.
He ate , he spent on his children, he gave to charity and lived on his monthly wage . He was not worried of the curve balls life would throw at him as he had his shoe box to fall back on.
But today we stand here , on this rather gloomy autumn evening, hours after his family has buried a loving father . We await patiently , biting our grief , to open those envelopes and take a tally , as per last wish.
"Two hours after my burial it should be done , in each envelope you will find my wealth and a lesson worth much more "...specifically it read .
His youngest daughter has brought the box down to the hall and is kept on the coffee table. The room is bare , emptiness has taken over the space where the coffin was for two days . The eldest son starts opening the first envelope , eyes peer in....empty
They open the next ....empty again.....
After 200 plus envelopes were opened , nothing was added on to nothing.
Angry , quizzical looks just flickered on faces and a few sighs faded to the early night....yet no words were spoken...the lesson was learnt I guess.
Wealth is mostly in one's mind, I've read somewhere. But I impede no opinion on you, for I am just relating a story.