Untold Stories of Chamary "Amare"

Untold stories of Chamary….. "Amare"

I am writing this because Suwar said that he would not give me rice in the afternoon even if I was sick with a viral fever while I was on the phone….

There is no way anyone who has read the previous stories can forget our Amare.. A brave war hero who served in the army during the height of the war and retired with dignity..

Amare is a son who is not afraid of anyone in this world.. Except for the wife of a warrior and the dogs on the road…..

One day, when we took Amare for a bite at a special meeting, he simply asked,

"You are not afraid of anyone, why are you so afraid of dogs and your wife?"

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"This... When I was going to school, a dog bit me on the street... I was given fourteen injections.. Do you know where? It's right here...''

Amare said, lifting his shirt and showing his belly and drawing a circle around his penis with his finger...

"Do you know where I got bitten?... I got bitten on the butt.. I had three teeth knocked out.. Can you show me how to get the injection without being embarrassed?"

"Okay, I got bitten by a dog, I got injected, so let's say I'm scared.. Why are you afraid of a woman? Will she bite you too?"

Harshaya asked with curiosity that came from the bay.. At that time, we were just kids... At that time, we didn't understand why those who tied us up were afraid of a woman...

Amare poured another glass down his throat, picked up two pieces of chicken that had been in the basket, put it in his mouth, and said with wide eyes...

"Dogs can sit and stare at the ceiling for a long time after eating and taking medicine... Can a woman hear if she is stressed? The previous generations of Gala Hatmuthu used to say the same thing over and over again... In those days, we didn't understand that. Now I wonder if Amare was right..

The biggest misfortune that happened to Amare was at the bank... On the bus coming from Pora Bibile, a friendly woman asked us to open two child accounts for her two children. If our Amare asked for a child, it was a dial that would make us stand on our heads wearing a sarong. The Pora took the details of the children and asked for money. He went to Harshaya to fill out mandates in the children's names and gave them to her.

"Where are the details of the trustee, a copy of his identity.."

Amare is just begging in the face of Harshaya's questions. Mr. Krupanisa seemed to be wondering how his April salary would increase.

In the evening, he took the two accounts and the gifts related to them and went to Amare very happily.

About a month later, Amare came one day, talking like a two-thousand-five-hundred-rupee bandula.. Not much talk.. He even brought lunch from the shop and ate it..

"What's wrong, Amare, brother, is it a waste of money?"

I asked in the form…

"Who did you write this letter to from the bank? I don't know about that Yodi,... "

Amare said in a tearful tone...

I took the letter and looked at it...This was the one that was handed over to those two children's accounts that day, gave its details...the bank set aside a gift for those two accounts and sent the letters informing them of that...

The lady asked,

"Do you have any more children besides these three children?"

Mr. Dias said, "It's a good thing you're going to give birth to other people's children."...

So, Amare became a regular member of the Padada Asapu for a month and celebrated the sorrow with us. When Amare, who was shooting lorries without spending money, became a ghost, we bowed to Mr. Dias and left for peace talks. With difficulty, Mr. Dias managed to get both sides to agree to a ceasefire agreement.

Even today, whenever Amare makes a small mistake, the fight starts from where it left off.....