Thrishantha

I thought of writing this after a long conversation with my daughter about growing up with confidence as a woman.  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 enjoyed life as a high school teacher in a girls school in Galle, Sri Lanka. She could have thrived in the private sector given her leadership skills, yet I guess the society was not prepared for that or she willingly preferred teaching. She empowered lots of girls to reach heights beyond what men expected from women of her generation. At home, she taught me something just as important. Through her own life experiences, she showed me how to value and respect women. She spoke openly abou...

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