Thrishantha

I thought of writing this after a long conversation with my daughter about various social media pressures on girls about looks. While the society nurtues and supports us in many ways, certain habits of judging can cause unimaginable harm to a lot of us. It is us, the members of the society who can change things for the welbeing of all of us. Often, women are subject to all sorts of pressures about looks that often kill their productivity, mental health, and creativity to present themselves as who they are. At the end we all lose by living in a superficial world playing to the tunes not natural to many of us. My mother was a role model for me in many ways. She was born in a remote village in Sri Lanka. She went to a village school, but had a dream to be a professional. Going to a university was just a dream for her peers. But she promised herself to secure a bachelors degree. She finally accomplished it after I was born, the fifth child in the family. With a degree in economics, she...

Dew drenched morning leaves rustle in the Ribble Valley breeze Birds chirp at dancing ripe berries A sheep call echoes in the distant meadow Ribble valley smiles at me, her new fellow from afar Look, the taste of silence! But where is it? Amidst the burble of the stream? Or in the mesmerised heart? Lo, just feel the equanimity when it is! Windermere lake is magical when it is mirror calm It can unite a teenage son and a dad yearning for a conversation Row the kayak, but let it go wherever it wants For the conversation is what matters, not where we drift You never know what rhymes in a daughter’s heart Let her adventures settle in the way she wants Courageous, set sail thee the love of my life Dare, assured of my shoulders whenever you want I will write nothing Because it is written Seth, read this again When you are the one on the righ t