My grandparents were also great influences in my life. My grandfather, a remarkable man, was fluent in seven languages and a poet, while my grandmother was a powerful figure who managed a beautiful dairy, garden, and photography shop. Despite her strength, my grandmother struggled with her own demons, particularly codependency, a trait I inherited from her. These early experiences in Nuwara Eliya shaped my understanding of the complexities of human relationships and the shadows we all carry.

When I moved to Canada, the transition was far from easy. We had to start from scratch, and I found myself working my way up in my career—from a secretary to a position in accounting. Despite these challenges, my passion for writing remained a constant in my life. My skills were further honed by the SCF Christian Church, where I spent five years writing, directing, and putting together Easter and Christmas plays. This experience not only sharpened my craft but also deepened my understanding of storytelling as a means of conveying complex emotions and spiritual truths.

Over the years, I have written three Christian books: An Unchanging God in an Ever Transient World, Women of the Bible, depicting biblical heroines, and A Journey of Wonder: A Story of Men of the Bible. Each book represents a different facet of my faith journey, exploring the timeless truths of the Bible through the lens of modern challenges. These works reflect my belief in the power of faith to guide us through the most turbulent times.

The loss of my youngest daughter, Sayuri, and shortly thereafter, my mother, plunged me into a world of grief that I had never known before. My family, once closely knit, became deeply disconnected and torn apart in the aftermath of Sayuri’s transition. Sayuri was an extremely evolved being who understood our family dynamics and had a deep love for the family. She was brilliant, musical, and highly talented in singing, crafting, carving, and cooking.   An indigo child, if you may call her.  Her loss is irreplaceable.  She always made Mother’s Day and my birthdays special and significant. She would wake up in the wee hours of dawn to prepare a special spread for me.  She did this for her father, too, with whom she had a special bond.  I remember how his face shone when she made Father’s Day breakfast for him. Sayuri and her older sister Natalya were inseparable. Their love transcended depths that could not be fathomed. She loved her second sister, Becky, and had great admiration for her overcoming struggles and seeking recovery.  She was a true gift from God. 

Grief, when it comes, is nothing like we expect it to be. My writing became a lifeline—a way to process the unimaginable and explore the themes of addiction, mental illness, and recovery that have shaped my life. In every word I write, I seek to understand the shadows that have followed me and to offer hope to those who find themselves in similar darkness.

This website is an extension of that journey, a place where I share not only my professional work but also the deeply personal stories that have shaped who I am. I hope that through my writing, I can connect with others who are navigating their own paths through addiction, loss, and, ultimately, redemption.