Suddenly, the eye falls on a young woman here or there holding a tiny infant to her breast or tenderly kissing a toddler as he snuggles into her neck. The faces of both the mothers and some of the older children are furrowed with past worry and tension lines. Although they are not surrounded by relatives, the eyes say it all……..past trauma, agony and suffering but now tranquillity and a feeling of security.
It was the 25th of May 1972, the day following Vesak when I left for Jaffna to take up my first appointment as an uncertificated teacher of English at the Kilinochchi Sinhala Vidyalaya on the basic salary of Rs. 220 a month.