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World’s Greatest Shave

Blood Cancer.

It’s a horrible monster.

I first heard about leukemia when I was about 9 years old when my dad told my that his sister was admitted to hospital to get treatment for a ‘serious issue’ as he put it. When I went to see her I was so excited because she had the coolest new hairstyle – who would not want a shaved head? But then she started coughing more, she started getting more tired everyday and my dad told me that I need to not demand play time every time I visited her in the hospital because she didn’t have the energy for it. Over the next few months she looked like she didn’t eat anything, her eyes sunk into her head and her arms looked all spidery with all the blue and green veins popping out. Then came that day when my dad came home and told me that my aunt got a very high fever and because her was already sick, her body couldn’t handle it  and she had passed away. All I could think of were my cousins – who was going to go for their prize givings? who was going to help them with homework? who was going to cook them their favourite meals? I guess cancer won.

Recently my mum called me and told me that my mother was diagnosed with a form of blood cancer. The reality of this statement didn’t really hit me until I actually saw her and realised how the monster had taken over my grandmother. We couldn’t grab hold of her hand because she would bruise at the slightest touch, she couldn’t move around much because water had lodged into her joints and her knees had become like jelly – the monster wins every time. It breaks my heart to look at how frail my magnificent and strong grandmother has become, it breaks my heart that this monster, this sickness is taking away her ability to live the way she wants to, it breaks my heart to see her getting a blood transfusion every three months. She refuses to be on chemo because she says that she has lived a long life and doesn’t need to take away the opportunity of life from someone who is younger – which my heart hurt even more, she truly is a magnificent woman. It’s not fair.

Cancer has seeped its way into the lives of so many people I love and I haven’t been able to do anything but stand on the sidelines and watch it take over.

I have been trying to do my best to beat this disease over the past year and this year I have decided to take part in the World’s Greatest Shave which raises money to support families with patients diagnosed with cancer as well as raise funds to find urgent cures. I know this is a small feat compared to the uphill battle that is dealing with and finding a cure for cancer – but I hope that it will make a difference.

*If you would like to donate to this cause and help me shave my hair for a good cause please follow this link here.




Life Update

Hello bloggers and other internet people!

Yes I know my apologies for not writing are becoming repetitive but I’m sorry! So here is a pictorial update/explanation of why I was silent.

Andres and I went back to Sri Lanka in December and we got married!!!! It was the most incredible and magical day!


Standing there at our alter I found myself incredibly overwhelmed by how blessed I felt to have met and married the kind of person who understands, appreciates and inspires me everyday. I couldn’t help but smile at my family who have consistently and constantly shown me unconditional love and patience. I couldn’t help but be proud of myself for having acquired gem like friends who turned up to celebrate this day with us. It was a magical day not only because I felt like a princess but because I realised how truly lucky I am to belong to have the kind of tribe I do.


After our wonderful wedding day, we travelled around Sri Lanka which was AMAZING – and I will do a sort of travel blog post about it next. it was hard to come back to Australia but hey got to face reality sooner or later don’t we? Anyway, now I am back and ready take on the new year 😀





I have always struggled with the concept of home. I have trouble associating a specific geographical region to the concept of home. But does it have to be such an association?

To me home is a feeling:

Home is walking around in torn pyjamas, bed hair and morning breath (for hours, maybe the whole day) and not caring.

Home is waking up in the morning and listening to familiar noises around me (whether it’s the sound of my mum preparing breakfast or my dad’s early morning sneezes or the sound of my partner getting in to the shower or the sound of my dog walking around the house).

Home is memories of all the times my brother and I danced and sang to every single song from the Lion King soundtrack because we genuinely thought we were the most talented duo out there.

Home is sitting next to my husband and watching our favourite TV show and drinking hot chocolate.

Home is when friends walk in unannounced like it’s the most natural thing in the world and proceeding to spending hours laughing till our stomachs ache.

Home is trying to wrestle with my dog and ending up getting my face covered with sloppy ‘kisses’.

I guess, for me home isn’t necessarily a particular place – to me home is where the heart is.




A few days ago I came across a post by Lori Stratton asking fellow bloggers what their favourite song was and to talk about their emotional connection to the song.

Here are a few more songs that take me to my happy place and I would like to dedicate this post to my wonderful best friends who I’ve known for almost 15 years now.



A few weeks ago I was engaging in some serious retail therapy to drown out the miserable week I was having when the song Build Me Up Buttercup by The Foundations came on and I couldn’t help but have the biggest smile on my face.

This song reminds me of my best friend Ravi, that’s why. It reminded me of the hours we spent laughing at jokes that no one else understood, of all the times we sat together eating pizza and talking about nothing and everything and even of the extremely heated arguments we frequently have over the most inane and ridiculous things. She is my person, my cheer leader, my hand holder even when we are in the middle of one of our fights…don’t know what I would do without her.

Today, while I was out indulging in some amazing hot chocolate Justin Timberlake’s Sexy Back came on the radio and I almost choked on my drink because this song just bring up the image of Nilusha doing her weird (supposedly sexy) booty shake!

Nilusha is one of the most optimistic people I know – I don’t know whether this has anything to do with the fact that most of the time she has her head in the clouds but she is some one knows how to roll with the punches and keep swimming. Also as much as I laugh at her, I have to be honest; I love her ability to dance like nobody’s watching!

Do you remember the song Wherever You Will Go by The Calling?Man this song takes me back to eighth grade when my wonderful Gauri and I would spend hours being super pretentious and attempt to talk to each other in French.

The song reminds me that friendship doesn’t mean calling each other everyday or seeing each other everyday- it’s about being there with open arms or a shoulder to cry regardless of how much time has passed. Gauri is one of the smartest and resilient people I know and I wish I was half as wonderful as she is.

I miss you three everyday.



Permission to Fly

Over the past year, I have been quite invested in working with women in vulnerable circumstances. Their stories, their hardships, their strength and resilience have shattered my reality and changed my entire perspective on life.

One of the reasons I was interested in blogging (aside from my personal struggles with expression) was to be have an outlet to share some of my experiences with the aim of reaching out to people with the aim of starting a conversation about what could be done (I am still finding my way around working to empower women and it would be amazing to connect with like-minded people).

*I have modified a few identifying details

Anyway, here is one story.

I met a woman who had to migrate because her husband got a job in another country. Although she was a qualified professional in her home country, because of language difficulties and the job market being an overall terrible mess she has been unable to find work in her field. She told me that her husband,  daughter and mother-in-law like to point out the fact that she does not provide for her family (I want to say bully – but I am trying to tell you the story as she told me so I will bite my tongue). In order to gain some sort of financial independence, she taught herself crafts to sell. She told me that it is getting harder and harder for her to attend markets because of pressure from home. (I was confused.) She told me that her husband and daughter don’t appreciate having to “walk into the kitchen and heat their food” and that they “prefer to have freshly prepared food and not food that has been in the fridge” (note: she cooks everyday and stores in the fridge). When I asked her if she would like to attend a camp that is aimed at helping women develop their business and communication skills; she told me that she would have to ask permission from her daughter.

Her responses broke my heart, mostly because she was smiling the whole time. I think she doesn’t realise how incredible she is.



Its time to take off those goggles!

While I was on break from university, I remember having the strangest chat with my dad who kind of insinuated that it was time I found myself a nice Buddhist Medical student to hang out with (there was even talk of me hanging out around the Medical School to suss out a suitable candidate, because that’s how everyone meets the love of the life). So it’s safe to say that five years ago when I floated the idea that I may possibly end up spending the rest of my life with a ‘white boy’ the news was not greeted well at all. There was a lot of talk about traditions, religion and of course a lot of stress about society. We had so many heated arguments about what shacking up with a ‘foreigner’ could do to my reputation, how it will never work out because we are too different and he would NEVER understand nor value our traditions and, the mother of them all, WHAT WILL EVERY ONE ELSE SAY! I remember feeling suffocated with all this talk about caste,class and status and wanting to scream out loud ‘WELL ALRIGHT THEN I’LL JUST GO AND MARRY MY COUSIN!’ Continue reading