A self portrait by himself
It’s been two years since we lost Rumeha ayya after his battle against cancer. Exactly the same date two years ago I got a call from Chathura saing that we lost him, still difficult to bare the truth that we lost Rumedha ayya.
Like many of us, I met him at my first day of University as a senior. In the hard times of rag periods also he never act as a senior, always wore a smile on his face. After diagnosed to leukaemia, he stop coming to university for treatment, and joined with our batch. I though he got cured at least for a certain level, never thought we gonna miss him.
But who knows what’s coming for you? His condition got worst, and again he had to fight. At last I saw him in the hospital, I think he knew that he gonna leave us, but still I that movement I saw the same smile on his face. I can feel how it’s hurt to Hasitha & Chathura, my colleagues who were with him at his last minutes. But I feel ashamed for myself, the day before his lost, Krishan and other guys went to see him. I had to go to Wallawatta for some sorta work, So I refused to go with them to the hospital.
“Rumedha ayya asked about you; and his condition getting worst again” Krishan said when return back to boarding house. I feel regretful for him had a guilty feel for myself, decided to go to the hospital ASAP. But in late night I got call from Chatura, All our hopes gone! He left us.
We love and miss you ayya. What a great human being.
Rest in peace, ayya.