Pansala !new! May 2026

One day, Chinthaka crept into the pansala grounds. He wasn’t there to pray. He was hungry—not just for food, but for peace. He sat under the Bodhi tree and cried silently.

Hamuduruwo saw him but said nothing. Instead, he brought a small clay bowl of kiribath (milk rice) left over from the morning alms. He placed it beside the boy, then walked away to sweep the temple grounds. pansala

The head monk, Hamuduruwo , was a man of few words. Every morning, a little boy named Chinthaka would watch the monks from the gate. Chinthaka had no father, and his mother worked tirelessly in the tea fields. The other children teased him for being poor, so he stopped going to the village school. One day, Chinthaka crept into the pansala grounds