The Unheard Voice !

"She (The Little Mermaid) is a siren calling us from our unconscious hoping that we will hear her voice". The movie - The Little Mermaid is about female sexual freedom.

In 2016,  I was first infatuated with a man from Bengaluru—a dream I held close, believing he was someone I could build a life with. But like Ariel watching the ship fade into the horizon, that chapter closed before it could even begin.

In 2017, I felt like Ariel, drawn not to a fantasy, but to a reflection of something deep within myself.

In the wake of that 2016 loss, I encountered someone new—a man from Singapore. He had every symbol of power the world admires. But what truly captivated me was not his influence—it was his humility, and the rare respect he showed, not just toward me, but also toward the man from Bangalore I loved. In that moment, it wasn’t about romance. It was about seeing my truest self reflected in another—a sacred recognition, like Ariel gazing into the ocean and finally understanding the voice was her own.

A woman’s sexual freedom is not a scandal—it’s her birthright. Yet in both life and work, women are policed when they express desire or rise with grace.

Like Ariel, I was misjudged for having a voice in expressing my sexual freedom.

I too was misjudged. Two men, one from Delhi and another from Hyderabad ; chose to rewrite my story with cruelty. They mocked me, bullied me, and called me names that tried to strip me of dignity. They reduced a soulful recognition to ambition, accusing me of loving men for status, and money.  Even my natural longing for motherhood was twisted into something material. 

In seeking connection, I lost more than just my voice—I lost my career, my peace, and a sense of self-worth.

It’s disheartening how cheaply some men intrude into a woman's personal boundaries, acting as if they are entitled to control her choices. Such behavior is both disrespectful and deeply rooted in an outdated, patriarchal mindset.

Mock them and Bully them in interfering with women's personal boundaries.

What society often refuses to comprehend—is that a woman’s sexual freedom is her birthright.

Like Ariel, I was expected to conform—to stay in my lane, to desire within the boundaries set for me, to seek safety within the tribe. In the corporate world, this plays out too. Companies wave DEI banners while still enforcing moral policing, coded expectations, and sexist double standards. Women are free to speak—until they speak of desire. Women are free to rise—until their rise is associated with a man.

It’s tragic how deeply some men fear a woman who owns her sexuality. How easily they attempt to crush it under the weight of patriarchal control. They behave as if a woman’s longing is public property, and her autonomy, a negotiation.

Shattered, I dove deep into the waters of my soul, not to prove anything to them, but to reclaim the voice that was taken away from me. 

And in the depth of that search, I found healing not in vengeance, but in compassion—from a man I had once wrongly accused. 

He reminded me that the only law worth following is the one that leads to freedom. He helped me complete my journey and experience  Tat-Tvam-Asi.

To forgive those who tried to drown me was not weakness—it was the final step of my journey. It was how I rose, voice intact, soul whole, and finally able to say - I remember who I am.

This is for the society that mocked me—again. You laughed at me, judged me, twisted my story without ever knowing me. Let me tell you something that should never need saying: I am a virgin to this day. And that alone should remind you—I owe no one an explanation for my posts, my choices, or my behavior.

But even if I wasn't… even if there was a flicker of that label you so cruelly tried to cast on me—even if I carried the shadow of what you dared call a prostitute—I would still have the right to choose. My body. My voice. My story.

I have always stood with women. Fiercely. Unapologetically.

And let it be known: no man has the right to dictate a woman’s choices. That, right there, is what sexual freedom means. Not your assumptions. Not your control. Not your shame.

I contain multitudes. 

DEI Enthu....When I see a spark of myself in someone, I have the power to become many —
I can be higher self, like a swan: graceful, intuitive, and protective. 
I can be soul guide—a self, a mermaid, part human, part animal, living between worlds. 
And yes, I can also embody my raw, earthly lower self, the Bitch.

And no one—no one—has the right to mock, judge, or bully me for the ways I choose to show up in love, strength, or vulnerability.