January in Jaffna. Mum, Dad, baby Tim and I were visiting Aunty Rajes and family, at their home. I was having a fantastic time, playing with my three cousins, who I had never met before. We decided to head downstairs to the road and devised an exciting game of stone throwing. The essence of the game? A daring challenge to hit a passing car! Of course, being competitive, I really tried at this game. Unfortunately, I won, smashing the rear window of a passing Van. It shrieked to a halt and the driver ran out. Shiromi, Manju, Chrishanth and I ran upstairs as fast as we could to hide. The Driver angrily banged on the front door. I can vividly recall Aunty Rajes, her demeanor unwavering, as she calmly swung open the door, providing me with refuge as I cowered behind her and rather than apologising to the Driver, she shouted at him! How could he possibly blame a young, innocent 5 year old for such an unintended mishap. It was an accident. She fiercely defended my innocence, and refused to back down. What a warrior! The man fled.
I was very pleased with myself and in awe of my Aunt. The scolding came later and I spent the rest of the day, or at least what felt like a day, locked in a room whilst Aunty and my family prepared my 5th birthday celebrations. I still remember my Rabbit cake.
Aunty Rajes never lost her fighting spirit, fiercely loving and tenacious guardian of her family. Her departure has left a hole in our hearts, yet in our minds, she forever resides, with an abundance of cherished and loving memories.
Thank you, Charmaine.