Train ride to the hills
Train ride to the hills Two lads come of age during a trip to the country It was the era of the super seventies. I was in my first job as a rookie nineteen-year-old in Colombo, Sri Lanka. Abba and Santana were the raging music stars. Weekends were partying, music shows, hanging out with friends and country trips. I was enjoying my youth and discovering the world. Rajah and Edward R ajah and I were friends from our school-going days when we wore short pants, lasting a few years. The other friend in this story, Edward, and I met after I started working. Edward worked in a hotel while Rajah spent his time at home trying to figure out his future, restoring an old 1950s Fiat in his backyard. At other times, Rajah was sewing his clothes and working on his mother’s Singer sewing machine. Both Rajah and Edward were from my home village in my neighbourhood. Rajah and I were bone skinny, and fair in complexion relative to dark Sri Lankans. Edward was dark, well-built with curly hair, ...