Kumana Village: A Hidden Story – By Bhanuka – eLanka
Deep in the southeastern corner of Sri Lanka’s Kumana National Park, where the wilderness whispers its secrets through rustling trees and bird calls, lies the haunting remains of a once-inhabited settlement—Kumana Village. Overgrown with jungle, hidden behind canopies of ancient trees and winding dirt paths, this forgotten village raises a question that echoes through time: what really happened to the people who once lived here?
Today, most visitors know Kumana for its majestic birds, wild elephants, and leopard sightings. The park is a birder’s paradise, teeming with painted storks, black-necked storks, pelicans, spoonbills, and hundreds of migratory species. But nestled quietly near the Kumbukkan Oya river—far from the popular bird-watching zones—is a story largely overlooked by the outside world. Only fragments remain: stone ruins, the skeletal frames of huts, weatherworn wells, and trails that lead to nowhere.
Locals and forest guides sometimes refer to this as the ghost village of Kumana. Older generations in the surrounding areas recall stories told to them by their parents or grandparents—stories of a self-sustaining rural community that lived off the land, fished the rivers, and cultivated small plots of paddy among the dense greenery. The villagers were once known for their harmony with nature. There were no roads, no electricity, just simple living woven into the rhythms of the forest.
But over time, things began to change. The once-safe forest became less predictable. Wild elephants, growing more aggressive with shrinking territory, began trampling crops and entering homes. Water sources became unreliable during harsh dry seasons. Malaria and other tropical diseases spread easily without access to modern healthcare. And perhaps most significant of all, the Sri Lankan civil war brought uncertainty and danger to remote corners like this.
It is believed that sometime during the early 1980s, the last families left the village for good. Some migrated to safer parts of Ampara and Monaragala, while others moved to coastal towns in search of work and education. There was no mass exodus, no dramatic final day—just a slow and quiet departure, one family at a time, leaving behind their homes, their fields, and their memories. Over decades, the jungle took back what once belonged to it.
Despite its silence today, Kumana Village remains etched in the landscape. If you follow the old tracks during the dry season, you can still find fallen clay roof tiles beneath the leaves, broken grinding stones, and makeshift altars where villagers once prayed. You may even find the remains of an ancient stupa, evidence that the area held spiritual significance long before the modern village existed.
Some forest officers believe that the area may have once been connected to an ancient trade route that passed through the region during the Ruhuna Kingdom era. The presence of water bodies like the Kumana Villu and access to the coastline would have made it a strategic stopover. This theory adds another layer of mystery to the village’s story—suggesting that its roots may stretch back even further than local memory allows.
More Read
Modern travelers rarely see this side of Kumana. Most stick to the designated safari routes and bird observation decks. But for those adventurous enough to ask the right guide, and patient enough to trek through uneven trails and thick forest, Kumana Village reveals itself slowly, like a fading dream.
There’s something poetic about walking among the ruins of a place where laughter once echoed, where children played barefoot on sun-warmed earth, and where generations once lived under the same trees that now provide shade to wild boars and peacocks. Nature has not erased the village completely—it has absorbed it.
There have been whispers over the years about plans to restore or memorialize the site, but conservationists remain cautious. Reopening access could disturb wildlife or lead to unregulated human activity in a sensitive ecological zone. For now, the ruins stay untouched, shielded by time and tangled vines, watched over only by the creatures of the forest and the occasional ranger.
To some, Kumana Village is simply an abandoned spot on a map. But for those who have visited, who have stood silently among the ruins, it is something more—a reminder of impermanence, of how civilizations rise and fade, and of how nature, in the end, reclaims all.
Sri Lanka is filled with sacred sites, historical monuments, and cultural marvels. Yet, stories like Kumana’s are no less significant. They offer a different kind of heritage—one not carved in stone, but written in the soil, trees, and memories of the land itself.
Kumana Village may be hidden, but it is not forgotten. Its story lives on, whispered by the wind, echoed in birdsong, and carried in the footsteps of those who still walk its forgotten paths.
