The Daughter Dilemma

Most of us, at some point in our lives, place our parents on a pedestal. As a daughter, I most certainly did that with my dad. He was my hero - larger than life, my protector, my guide, the one person who never made me feel like I was anything less than extraordinary. And whether we realize it or not, as we grow into adulthood, we find ourselves searching for pieces of our dads in the men we allow into our lives.

There is an unspoken expectation, a silent standard set by the way our dads loved us:

• The unwavering protection they gave us, making us feel safe no matter what.

• The way we always held a place of pride in their lives, nothing and no one ever seemed to come before us.

• The way they believed in us, even when we doubted ourselves, standing by our side through every failure and success.

• The knowledge that, in their eyes, we were never too much, never too difficult, and always enough.

• And, most importantly, the unshakeable faith that they would never hurt us - physically, emotionally, or otherwise.

For strong women, this creates an undeniable challenge when it comes to romantic relationships. Because when you’ve been loved so deeply, so unconditionally, and with such consistency, the bar is set impossibly high. It’s not that we compare every man to our dad, it’s that we simply refuse to settle for less than the kind of love we know exists.

So, to the men who step into our lives: understand that this isn’t about being spoiled, demanding, or difficult. It’s about the fact that we’ve already known what it feels like to be cherished. We’ve already experienced what it’s like to be seen, heard, and protected. And if you’re not prepared to show up with the same level of strength, respect, and unwavering love, then don’t expect a place in our world.

The truth is, daughters of great dads don’t need saving. We don’t need fixing. And we certainly don’t need someone to complete us. But we do need someone who measures up. Because we’ve been loved right from the very beginning, and that’s the only kind of love we will ever accept.

Remembering dad 💜 #dad #family #relationship

Sonshine Chronicles - Ainesh at 21

The first time I saw you, tiny and new,

I fell in love ~ deep, endless, true.

My sonshine, my joy, my heart’s own song,

A bond unshaken, forever strong.

From cartoon mornings, Ben 10 in tow,

Imagining powers, ready to go.

Transforming mischief into endless fun,

A little hero, my number one.

Then WWE, the roar, the fight,

Jumping off sofas, ready to smite.

You practiced your moves, belt in hand,

A fearless warrior, ready to stand.

Football fever soon took its turn,

With every match, a fire would burn.

From backyard goals to dreams so wide,

You played with heart, with fearless stride.

Through every phase, through highs and lows,

You’ve grown in ways only love knows.

Mistakes were made, but lessons won,

Each battle fought, each victory spun.

Now here you stand at twenty-one,

A journey vast, yet just begun.

I am proud of the man you’re meant to be,

Strong, kind, and wild, yet free.

And up above, beyond the skies,

Mamachchi & Dadda Seeya smile with pride.

They see your heart, they feel your light,

Guiding you gently, day and night.

You give me strength with every day,

Your love, your light, in every way.

Through life, you stand so close, so true,

My sonshine, I am so damn proud of you.

~Amma~

Happy 21st, Aina Maina 💜

Your legend’s just begun!

Breaking the cycle

We all have patterns,

but I want to break mine

to be free from the endless repeat,

the cycle spinning in my mind.

Believing in absence,

holding on too long,

hoping things will change,

betting on the emotionally unavailable.

Little by little,

I chip away at my heart,

digging deeper into my soul,

losing pieces of myself

until I am unrecognizable,

too far gone.

Like a true crab, I retreat,

withdrawing into my shell,

waiting for the world to feel safe again.

But life will burn me,

again and again,

until I break the pattern,

and set myself free.

Addicted to You, Finally Free

I drank you in like a burning flame,

A fire I knew would never tame.

Every word, every touch, every sigh,

A dose too sweet, a love too high.

You awakened my soul, set it alight,

A spark that turned into endless night.

My vulnerability found a home,

A place where love and longing roamed.

I felt love like it was a drug,

Rushing through veins, never enough.

Then came the numbness through my bones,

A silence colder than being alone.

I built my world on fleeting dreams,

Chasing shadows, stitched at the seams.

Even pain, when it came, felt divine,

For even hurt still meant you were mine.

But love should not feel like a chain,

Not a hunger wrapped in pain.

I see it now, clear as day,

You were the poison in my veins.

So here I stand, no longer weak,

No longer lost in the love I seek.

I walk away, my spirit whole,

With peace and love deep in my soul.

The Theatre of Politics

Politics is about podiums and speeches,

Grand proclamations and lofty reaches.

Perspectives shift, opinions sway,

Yet real work seems kept at bay.

Many discussions, endless debates,

Crafting promises to captivate.

Negotiations, backroom deals,

Managing power, spinning wheels.

Stakeholders courted, alliances made,

Decisions delayed, agendas played.

A cycle of motions, a dance so grand,

Yet change remains a distant land.

For politics is more than just the game,

It holds the power to spark real change.

But will the podium’s echo fade?

Or will action rise, unafraid?

A Visionary’s Legacy

Take a look,

At the legacy you have built,

Humble hands shaping history,

With sweat, tears, and laughter

A life devoted to innovation,

Touching millions of hearts,

Across lands and seas.

For three decades,

You walked the silent path,

Creating, building,

Transforming dreams into reality.

A visionary, yes,

But always a human first,

Grounded in purpose,

Guided by compassion.

The world sees the triumphs,

The marvels you have shaped.

But only a few know the sacrifices,

The time, the energy,

The quiet moments of resolve,

When the weight of vision met

The strength of your heart.

Through ever-changing tides,

You stood as a beacon

A humble dreamer,

A relentless innovator.

You built not for applause,

But for connection,

For lives made better,

For a world brought closer.

Take a look,

And know this truth:

The legacy you’ve forged

Will endure beyond time,

A testament to a human soul

Humble, yet boundless in its vision.

Dr. Hans 💜

- A tribute to an inspirational visionary leader as he retires from a successful professional journey to drive Sri Lanka’s digital journey - 

Forever, an illusion

Fairytales are not for me

I thought they were

For a brief moment in time

When my heart was full

My eyes were sparkling

And my soul was at peace

Just then,

Reality stepped in

Sirens blaring 

Red flags at every corner

In a flash it was done

Spiraling into darkness

Constant free fall

Reaching for a foothold 

Spinning out of control

Numbness sets in slowly

Taking over my soul

When will I ever learn

Them Fairytales, 

Nope, they are not for me