A
FOOT CRANK’S CONFESSION
—A
piece of Literature creates a world through a poet’s reflections. It may look
similar to the real world, but it is not. The Doctrines and phenomenon in the
real world may not be applicable in it. Therefore, it should not be measured or
judged, using the same yardsticks such as laws, ethics and methods, which are
used in the real world˜
-“Kalpana Lokaya” (World of Reflections)
Prof.
Ediriweera Sarachchandra
A FOOT CRANK’S CONFESSION
– an erotic novel
I
am Tom Kalkalan, a foot crank, know to my closest school friends as “Lickfoot Papissa”;
meaning ‘foot maniac’. This is my confession. Most of the places and incidents
mentioned are true, but the characters may not be so. If at all some of the
characters resemble true people please consider it to be purely a coincidence.
My
father was Karl and my mother was Maduri. We live in Pussellawa, in the central
hill country of Sri Lanka; a beautiful island state in the Indian Ocean – at
the very tip of the Indian continent. My only sister Rachel now lives in Canada
with her husband and two children. I continue to live with my wife Amanda and
two children in Pussellawa, at our family estate.
The
main Character of my confession revolves around Aunt Hillary, the best friend of
my mother at school, who I first met in 1990 when I was twenty. Our active
relationship lasted only for about three year, but it made a huge difference to
my life.
Aunt
Hillary was a widow when I met her first. She lived in Wattala, close to the
island capital of Colombo, in a house she had built with her late husband Bill.
Her only son Harry had migrated to Australia at the time I met her. Harry, his wife Diane and their children still
live in Australia.
Aunt
Hillary too migrated to Australia and lived the last decade of her life in New
South Wales with her only sister Demi. Aunt Hillary would have been seventy-nine
years old if she still lived. This confession is mainly in honor of the sweet
memories of her.
Tom (October 2022)
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