ABSTRACT
ÎN Colombo, in the suburb of Kolupitiya, there lived a man named Nanda, who had neither parents nor brothers nor
sisters, but who possessed something better than these, namely, the gracious memory of their love and of their virtues. Besides these, however, he had a friend and a sweet heart. His friend’s name was Kosiya and his sweetheart’s, Punna. The latter was observing a year of mourning for the death of her father, so that they had still some ten months to wait for their wedding.
