FADED LOVE by Bernard VanCuylenburg

FADED LOVE by Bernard VanCuylenburg

Dear members & readers of eLanka, I have been extremely fortunate to meet, and, in turn, introduce all of you to Bernard VanCuylenberg, another good Dutch Burgher from Lanka, who, in my opinion, is a “Superb writer of Stories”, in poetic vein, “Bernard Van, is a man, who certainly can”.

There are not too many “writers” who are perfectionists.

Bernard is one of them and his expertise can now be shared by all of us. Every “story” coming in from Bernard will, of course, bear his name, as the writer. We are indeed lucky to have him write for us.  Desmond Kelly.

FADED LOVE by Bernard VanCuylenburg

The Ratnapura district has some of  the largest tea and rubber plantations in the island. When the incidents depicted in this article took place, many of the plantations were owned and managed by the British Agency Houses  whose head offices were in Mincing Lane London. One of the largest companies was Carson Cumberbatch  and Company Limited who owned very large estates in the district. Durampitiya Group, Peenkande Group and Hunuwella Group were among the estates which had an acreage of over  2000 acres owned by this company. It was on one such plantation that the god of love Cupid, had a field day (pardon the pun !) with his bow and arrow, targeting a very handsome young English assistant  superintendent and a winsome Tamil lass. The thought of romance in the sylvan surroundings of a plantation sets ones emotions aflame but sadly this love tryst had a tragic ending for one of the protagonists in this romantic drama.

 As I recall, the first name of the young planter was Mark.I cannot remember his surname. The sultry Tamil beauty was named Visalaachi. (I may have got the spelling wrong). She lived in the next estate, but her quarters as fate would have it were on the border of the plantation where Mark was employed, and very close to his bungalow. One can surmise that this is how they met. In the course of time she used to go to his bungalow every Friday, spend the weekend and return to her quarters early on Monday morning. Two full days in the week was all the time they spent in each others company. At the time, amorous liaisons between a planter and a native worker were not uncommon, and if an English planter was having a liaison with a labourer’s or Kangany’s daughter, the family of the latter considered it an honour !

In the solitude of this faraway plantation, in a lonely estate bungalow amidst carpets of green and stately rubber trees, Cupid ran riot with his bow and arrow as love blossomed between the handsome young planter and vivacious Visalaachi. Meanwhile, in England’s green and pleasant land, in the garden state of Kent to be precise, a mother and father, were worried about their son working in a distant island as a tea planter. It was not his job that was their concern. It was the fact that he was still a bachelor and he never gave them an indication of wanting to marry and settle down. Whenever they raised the issue with him in their letters, he skirted round the edges and avoided any discussion on matrimony. So Mark’s parents decided that direct action was necessary. Family friends of theirs had a daughter about the same age as Mark, still unmarried. In fact this girl and Mark had practically grown up together as children, gone to the same school, and visited each others homes. But as adults they went their seperate ways down life’s road, as often happens.

The girl got a job in a town close by, while Mark set sail for Ceylon to begin his planting career. Without consulting Mark, his Mum and Dad visited the parents of this girl and broached the subject of marriage between their son and their daughter. To their delight, they and the girl herself heartily approved on all counts ! After all, the families knew each other and their children were no strangers.The girl herself was getting on in years, and thought that Mark would be the ideal husband. She had always been fond of him, but upto this time love never entered the equation. Now there was a big hurdle to clear, and that was to inform Mark of this proposal and get his approval. In a letter to Mark, his Dad laid it on the line in an honest and forthright manner advising him that he may never get another chance to marry a girl like his childhood friend who in some ways had become like their own daughter. To their unbridled joy, Mark consented and told them to go ahead with making plans for the wedding while he would arrange to have his leave approved by the Manager of the Group. Apart from Mark, there were two other assistant superintendents on the estate, and obtaining leave from his Manager should not be a problem.

As anticipated, his leave was granted and he made plans to set sail for England for his wedding after which he would return to his job with his bride. However, he reckoned without the Everest he had to climb –  and that was to  inform beautiful Visalaachi that he was leaving her to get married. If he thought that this was going to be a matter of course, then he had not heard the phrase about “hell having no fury like a woman scorned !” Their relationship was one sided. She had fallen deeply in love with him. He liked her and enjoyed being with her. But a long term romantic love affair on a permanent basis was the last thing on his mind. Came the fateful day when Mark decided to tell his lover about his decision to marry a girl back in England, and the forthcoming wedding. That Friday she came over around 6.30 pm anticipating an idyll of passionate love. But after the usual preliminaries, he decided to get it over with. In fluent Tamil, he told her about the plans his parents had made for him to marry a girl who was a childhood friend, and he had consented. If he thought that she would break down, crying her heart out at being cast aside for another, he was in for a rude shock. When he assured her that he had deposited a large sum of money in her name for her future welfare, and that she would have nothing to worry about ,he thought that this would satisfy her beyond any doubt. Her reaction was vitriolic.

Looking him straight in the eye she in very controlled tones replied “Did you think I was interested in your wealth ? All I wanted was your child !” He recoiled as if he had been stung by a cobra  – a reptile ubiquitious in the plantations. There were no tears or pleading, and when she added “If after all this time you decided that you preferred somebody else, then so be it. Maybe she deserves you….!!” Her words were pregnant with meaning, the implication being that if he could cast her aside so easily, he could do the same to the girl he decided to marry because he was of dubious character. And with these words, she stormed out of the room and out of his life without a fond farewell or second glance. He sunk into his chair, emotionally exhausted, stunned by her strength of will.

Although it was over he had an uneasy feeling that although she had gone out of his life in a physical sense somewhere in a future time she would make her presence felt……..little did he know then how right he was. The burning embers of their love had now turned to ashes from a fire which had lost its flame………

Mark set sail from England not long after this unpleasant episode. It was a long sea voyage from Colombo, and on many an evening he stood on the deck at night thinking of the reunion with his parents and of the girl with whom he would share his life. While on a plantation in far away Ceylon, a beautiful girl spent many a night pining for her handsome “Dorai” and the love they knew. The reunion with his parents and the girl he was to marry was sheer enchantment. He had not seen his parents for three years, and then meeting up with her family and all their friends was happiness beyond expectations. Their wedding was held in a little country church in the county of Kent and a long honeymoon followed. Four months after their wedding it was time for Mark and his young bride Jennifer to return to Ceylon.

When they returned to the estate they were accorded a very warm welcome with the usual beating of tom – toms and placing of garlands under the weight of which they almost sank ! Mark was a strict “Dorai” but had been very fair when dealing with his labourers, apart from treating them with the dignity they deserved. He was always approachable. He never lost sight of the human element and they loved him for it. In organising this welcome, they were  showing him their appreciation. Mark soon got back to work with his dedication to duty and strong work ethic which had endeared him to his Manager, and love blossomed in the honeymoon hideaway which was their bungalow. Life on the plantation went on in its usual way……..To Jennifer the bungalow was something from a fairy tale. Having lived all her life in a cramped house with hardly any garden space back in England, this magnificient bungalow so English in character, with a long corridor and spacious dining rooms, plus the domestic help to run the house made her feel like a queen in her little kingdom. The palatial gardens reminded her of the colourful  pictures she had seen in the “Home and Garden” magazines back in England. She was now going to live the dream, and life with her husband was full of promise. When Mark returned home for lunch one afternoon, he found her in a pensive mood. Thinking that she was not feeling well, he asked her what was wrong. Her answer was totally unexpected. She told him she had the feeling she was being followed and observed, each time she went to the garden or took a little walk, along the estate paths in the vicinity of the bungalow. He countered with the answer that estate folk were curious at the best of times and had a habit of staring at strangers, meaning no disrespect. Besides, she was the new wife of the “Dorai” and their curiosity was thus heightened.

Whoever was observing her would have been a labourer working in a field nearby, or passing on the road which skirted the bungalow. His answer seemed to satisfy her, but not for long.  A week later she told him she had distinctly spotted a young female observing her from behind a large bush at the boundary of the garden, and this person soon vanished when she knew she had been spotted. One evening they had an early dinner and retired for the night because Mark had a busy day on the morrow. The Visiting Agent was due to make his customary visit and he wanted to ensure that nothing was left to chance.

The next morning the Appu knocked on their bedrorom door signalling that the early morning ‘Bed Tea’ was ready. After he had deposited the tray on the tea table, she proceeded to make her husband a cup of tea. Mark was awake, but then found that although he could move his hands, his legs were caught in some form of rigor mortis. Try as he would, he could not shift his legs off the bed. The more he tried, the more he failed and soon waves of panic engulfed him. He seemed to have some sort of paralysis from the waist down which affected his mobility. With every passing minute the horror of this situation soon manifested itself and Jennifer in sheer panic telephoned his Manager who arrived at their bungalow in record time. He in turn summoned the estate dispenser who stated that Mark should be taken to the Ratnapura hospital as a matter of utmost urgency. The Doctors at the hospital were unable to diagonize this condition, and Mark was taken to the Fraser Memorial Nursing Home, still flat on his back accompanied by Jennifer. A day later the authorities informed Mark’s boss on the estate that arrangements had been made to send him to one of the finest hospitals in London for treatment, the assumption being that his chances of resuming work on the estate were a folorn hope.

Accordingly, the Company was informed, and Mark’s boss requested a replacement to take his place. It was reported in the press at the time that from the day Mark awoke on that fateful morning, and until he was taken on board ship for the voyage to England, there was no movement below the waist, and he lay on his back. The handsome planter and his bride were never heard of again.They did not ride away into the sunset to live happily, after re-enacting a love scene from a memorable Hollywood screen epic. Instead they vanished into the mists of time leaving many broken hearts behind among their many friends, and the labourers who loved them.

Shortly after, a successor to Mark resumed duty occupying the same bungalow. He was married and as inevitably happens when one moves into a new home, his wife suggested that the layout of the main bedroom which Mark and his wife occupied should be altered. She expressed her wishes to the bungalow domestic staff and the next day they set about moving some items and proceeded to rearrange the room. It was when the mattress of the bed was being carried that one servant noticed something rock solid embedded in one corner of the mattress. Unable to prise it out he informed the Appu who cut out the object extracting it with a kitchen knife. It turned out to be a brass talisman with a clasp, and the Appu opened it without difficulty. To the surprise of those watching there were some dried leaves in the talisman with a small piece of paper. The appu read the writing and recoiled in horror as the meaning of the words dawned on him. On this paper, the following words were written in Tamil :

“TO HIM WHO LIES ON THIS BED, MAY HIS BONES BECOME BRITTLE AND WITHER AS THESE LEAVES”.

The appu cried out that this was a charm and requested one of the servants to rush to the village nearby and summon a charmer (The word in the vernacular is “Kattadiya”) When the “Kattadiya” came to the bungalow he told those present that the only way to break the power of this charm was to throw the talisman in flowing water. There was a large river not far from the estate and the servants present took the talisman to its banks and with the charmer chanting some incantations, flung the talisman into the river and watched it swallowed up by the swirling waters. Of course all suspicion fell on the love lorn Visalaachi, but there was no proof without concrete evidence. However one cannot stop a rumour mill, and people specially on an estate will talk. What became known as Visalaachi’s revenge was the topic of conversation on the plantations and beyond. The Sunday Observer carried this story in the early seventies in a series titled “Strange but true stories”, and I penned it from memory. The name of the estate was not mentioned, neither was the name of the estate. The only names mentioned in the story were those of Mark,his wife Jennifer, and the “other woman”, Visalaachi. 

All the protagonists in this drama have long departed this earth. But who knows if somewhere in time, this tragic tale is played out in another dimension and the beautiful Visalaachi still roams the dark night searching for her lost love ? 

Bernard VanCuylenburg.

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