To not cry anymore and to let go

This for my dearest Huski. Huski with an "i" coz she is our Husky. Even though I decided to keep crying everyday to keep your beautiful face printed in my memory. It is physically getting difficult to do so anymore. So baby, I will let you go. If you wish to be mine again I hope you come to me. Bt I didn't wanted take that promise from you coz if you wish to go to peace with all the good you've done, Baby you're entitled for your own heaven. Bye Huski! You have a piece of my heart with you! Keep it safe with you! I will always love you! I know I can't love anything more than I love you.

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Her name is Huski. This is her story. Seven years ago when I was coming home in an evening, my father told me we might have a new guest. He told me there was this pretty little girl walking around all scared and confused and that he asked if she wanted some milk, lunch and a place to stay. He told me it is her choice to stay coz maybe she might find another place. But when we arrived home she was still there resting and sleeping peacefully by the milk bowl. Even before I saw her, my father said she is just as pretty as a Husky and we could name her Huski. When she looked at me with those prettiest eyes I knew how my father was spell bound. I was the same. Of course she is our Huski. She chose us. She is the most happiest bundle of joy. She grew up so fast. She is soooo smart. 

When there's something bad going down and the culprit is her, I would report on the spot to my fsther saying "Thaththe, menna Huskiii...... " . She knew I was about to tell on her. So she spoke even louder than me with the same rhythm drowning my voice. So Thaththa had to come and see why the two sisters are arguing. Usually when she is smart like that she gets rewarded for her bad behaviour and I get the blame coz I wasn't looking after her as the big sister. She always knew how to ask for attention. When we have a foot or a hand hanging by the chair she would simply walk by as she is getting petted by accident and if she sees it worked, she would stay there until she gets enough. She is sooo smart!

When she got pregnant and suddenly she had her stillborn babies, everyone was so worried and that was the first day I realized I could loose her. Finally she had her babies. 4 babies, 3boys and a girl. I instantly became the nanny to those babies. because not everyone got fed equally. I had to separate the fat babies and sing them to sleep while she fed the other babies. She trusted us so much around her newborns coz she knew that she knows nothing about babies. When the babies starting the solid food she immediately gave up the mother role and as I was too involved. She was like two can't do this. I did the hard part now you take care of the rest. Then I cooked the most healthy balanced meals for the babies and fed them. They almost choked on the first day and I remember how Huski walked away from the scene looking at me like you clean up your mess! Her beautiful traits were devided among those babies. A pretty one, a smart one, a silly one, and the adorable one. Those babies wouldn't fight with her for treats or special treatments becoz she always came first. It's always Huski comes first kind of a concept even before me. She was so spoiled.

That's why I still can't believe the words I heard, "Huski is gone, she is not there anymore". I couldn't believe it. I still can hear those words. I always say to everybody take Shakespeare's advice and love moderately. But I didn't take that advice and I realized that last week. It will always be a missing piece of heart which I will always feel. I can imagine how my father would sit beside her and talk to her until she went on her final journey. I know I couldn't be there bt if I were, I would've asked her to stay and come back and all those obligations that she'd feel like she'd have to do. I only hope she went peacefully with all the love she can carry. Good Bye Huski. We were privileged to be loved by you!

Writing for Sri Lanka.!

Three years ago unfortunately I had to write a post titled as "writing from Sri Lanka" after a brutal attack on children of Mother Sri Lanka; the easter attack. Eventhough the responsible powerful hands were not brought to justice for three long years,  today I'm writing this with a peeking pride about the children of Mother Sri Lanka who stand together, setting aside all the differences. The differences, which were used by those so called opportunistic politicians to devide us for decades. 

It was a German Pastor, Martin Niemöller who said in 1946, in a post war confessional prose  " First they came for ........." 

Recently, I saw the same prose in a protest plaque in an independent protest which said the same thing;

"First they came for Tamils, I didn't say anything coz I'm not Tamil....

Then they came for Muslims, I didn't say anything coz I'm not Muslim..

Then they came for me. There is no-one to speak for me" (credit to the original author)

These four lines exactly say how they used to rule us. They didn't lead us. They ruled us with monarchy, tyranny and using the division against us, showing a bougeyman with racism. Denying, neglecting and silencing any idea or a person that goes ahead of them. Not only journalists, but also activists and a talented sportsman was silenced by that same tyranny. 

But, today seeing the young generation holding the candle of hope and standing together against the oppression makes me proud to say I'm Sri Lankan through and through. 

The one sole family who forgot their duty to the country is the major reason that the country is at the brink of bankruptcy. Is there any family in the world that has a bank account with a sum more than the country's treasurery! I am disgusted to say it would probably be this one family. That's why the people want to take back what they owe to us. The money they embezzeled just by starting unsustainable projects without thinking about how to pay back that darn loan. 

The position of president, the sentences that were changed again and again in the constitution to give an incomparable power to one person has made a mess of a country. The overruling of all the independent committees, chasing away the talented people from positions like chief justice to make the "machan-decisions" added to the mess.

When I read former chief justice Dr. Shirani Bandaranaike's memoir, "Hold me in contempt", it gave me the goosebumps of seeing the danger of power in the wrong hands and the importance of deviding power among unbiased parties. 

Today Sri Lanka faces the cumulative effects of all these terrible moments. But seeing a generation standing up at their own account and their stand alone is making a noise against the ignorance of a selfish tyranny is a juxtaposition of this country's future. 

It is a independent movement. 

A plea against the corruption! 

A voice for the proper, responsible, real representation that the country deserve!! To make sure that the parliment is a sacred place to do a duty and they are just civil servants. 

Most importantly the general public has the sole authority over them.

Last but not least how about requesting qualified personnel with zero corruption charges to volunteer to save the country with better decisions!! Then you could see where their heart is at!!

Lavender after a Hiatus and here's wishing all the friends a Happy Adventure....

Why this Lavender is silent you asked? Coz I guess this Lavender's got lot on her mind, I guess. Things happening sometimes way out of her grasp, and she is ready to jump to a new dimension anytime now. Yes. As strange as it may sound her life is starting to take strange turns. She is happily excited for the next big adventure.

That being said, every day brings her a challenge. Leaving the home virus free and returning home virus free is the biggest challenge yet. Yes; she has to go. She cannot leave her duties unmet or any of the rocks un-turned. Got to cross every t and dot every i. Amid the chaos she might have crossed few i s and dotted few t s and now she is rummaging through every trump card she got to make it right or make it better. It is every perfectionist's worst nightmare. Yes, she has heard it before.

 This is where I stopped three months ago to justify the silence of Lavender.

Now that not wanting to leave the story untold, I was thinking about going on to a new trajectory of the story where Lavender started writing her new story and her best story so far. Still, she is far away in her story, in a mist and a wild dream, waking up every morning and thinking am I actually here.

Now she heard the news that her bestfriends has started the same journey she starts to remember the past months of adrenaline rush. Yes! it was chaos, but it was totally worth it. She wants to hold her best friend's hand and tell her to carry on with doubts and wonders yet to come. To tell her to have faith in her confidence and to take that big leap knowing that yes, it is scary, but it will be wonderful. Carry on! Hold your head high! it will be ok! rest assured coz Lavender knows that her best friends can and yes they will.. 

In Lavender's case, she chose her wonderland. Her first choice and the best choice. She is so glad she made it there. Coz with all the transitions and challenges she starts to see the beauty and to enjoy the little moments of gratitude that she knew that would always be there. At times she couldn't believe it. It is the pandemic that has dialed down the thrills for her. other than that, she is living it. Yes!  Actually, in total brutal honesty she wouldn't mind few friends. Coz no matter it is the wonderland she misses her collective packs of friends and the times she used to have. All the fun the quirky jokes, she miss those. Coz in the wonderland, without a context it is difficult to interpret some on going long-lived humors. But it is her wonderland. It is a place she couldn’t talk to strangers to her heart’s content but, she receives strangers help and they talk to her once in a while. Even though, it is a story for a another day Lavender will never forget the stranger who sat besides her in the bus and explained the danger of sitting their without holding the railing and who offered his seat to her as soon as a vacant seat was there even though he is much much older than her. See, she knows what’s going on but couldn’t exactly understand every word.

That is the best thing about being in a country you love. You could see the little sparks of happiness in the pitch dark times. You could embrace that so called cultural shock with a loads of "Wooow"s than "Oh shoot"s. That's the beauty of it. You know you meant to be there and rest will fall into place. 

Now, to a one special fellow blogger sister, she was a sister before a fellow blogger. Lavender wants to be there to celebrate, to congratulate and to be the big sister and the BEST friend and to tell her to let the world tell whatever they want coz best is yet to come; and more than anything that "there is an option always!!". She has to chase the happiness she deserves and not to hold back. Bon Voyage!! See you at the Eiffel Tower..!!

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My New Song Cover - In Silent by Janet Suhh

Link to watch in the channel.. 👇

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Writing from Sri Lanka.........

A drizzle at the dawn brought about an idea for today as it is not going to be a day with scorching hot sun. Then I thought of sleeping a little more as it is going to be the final day of the vacation. After waking up around 9.30 am as usual morning routine I checked my phone for the new texts from friends one group chat has a photo of a church ruins. I thought it to be photos of the Notre-Dame church and then scrolled down to see the most unexpected and tragic event of my whole life. This is not another report, just some thoughts built up as the day went by.

Secret of Lavenders

Previous Today is a Better Day blog is going to be Lavenders Basket from now on...

This Lavender has a secret. One might wonder whether is it a name or an object. Well both; depending on the situation. The change of name came as a option for the long silence and starting anew. Although that particular name has a story to it and story starts like this.

A word on SHINee “Our Page”.

They sing about our page. The same stance we were pausing on for past 190 days. That sad moment which we are still in denial.

While engaging in their hectic tasks they look for him. His light, his illumination. Walking in dark allies, training hard core, they look for that inspiration. That inspiration which was there 190 days ago. Him. That wonderful personality once shone on stage. Today shining in the deep blue sky.

If you want to know why fans are crying for the loss of a celebrity who lives 1000 miles away and probably never get to see.

 In the light of Jonghyun's sudden passing away, I was dumbstruck as every fan around the world and a little bit more since I recently started loving K-pop, SHINee the group and specially Jonghyun. Our celebrity idols we love, we almost treat them as our close neighbors in our hearts, though it never can become true. 

This is why we shouldn't underestimate the power of a Journal.!

At some point of our lives almost every one of us had a beautiful connection with a book. This may be a journal or a diary and it is a most beautiful and an intimate relationship.

Some of us might didn't get a chance to write everyday.

Some of us might have given up the idea just because of the sneak peeks of the family  

or might've even lost the interest along the way.

In my case, although I write, I don't everyday.

My journal has its own name.. ;)

It's not a fancy book with bold letters of JOURNAL ; it's a simple book hiding in the plain sight.

Did you make someone happy today.?

It's been a while, sitting behind a keyboard and typing what my heart says. This blog is 1 year old now. I thank everyone of you for visiting and reading my little scribbles in the cyberspace.  

In this post I would like to address our very own dark places, little snags along the way. We all have our own set of problems. We carry that sac every day upgrading it with a new set of problems. At the same time every one of us think that we are the ones carrying the heaviest load whereas that’s the smallest in the world.

If worries and happiness came in separate packages, what would you choose.?

 You even have the chance to sign up for both packages…