It is Tat Tvam Asi season !

Ambal — in Malayalam, the sacred water lily — is more than a flower.
It is an offering to Lord Ayyappa, and is often called the Mirror Flower.

When the Ambal blooms upon still waters, you see two lilies:
one above the surface, one reflected below.

Two forms… yet only one reality. 

And that reality is Tat-Tvam-Asi

The Ambal, simple and serene, whispers this eternal truth:
You are what you seek.
The Divine is within you.

The moment we locked eyes i realised....

That a thousand stars have bloomed....

Oh Damsel, wearing bangles of lightening....
You are an unexpected attraction that strikes my heart....

You flashed my life like a Lightening....

Magic Happens....

The Ambal is cherished even more than the lotus not because it is grander,
but because it is close to the people—readily available, humble, and affordable for pooja.
Its simplicity becomes its sacredness.

People may not like it when I speak of temples.
It disturbs their narratives.
They would rather I act like the kind of “girl” they feel comfortable judging — a caricature they can label. That version of me fits their world better than my truth.

But the truth is - I was born in Haripad - The land of temples in Alappuzha.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Haripad

Haripad is known as the land of art, artists, land of snake boats, land of music, dance and drama.

A place lovingly called Kshetranagari, the Town of Temples.

My grandfather lived his life as a spiritual travel guide and he was also a priest— a facilitator of inner journeys as much as outer pilgrimages. He walked alongside thousands who climbed the sacred Sabarimala hills seeking the meaning of Tat Tvam Asi. He showed them not just the way through the forest, but the way into themselves.

Yes - It is Tat Tvam Asi season in South India— the season of returning to the Self. 
My first visit to a mosque was when I was just eight years old. 

Yes iam talking about Mosque.
Every seeker on the Sabarimala path, every pilgrim in search of Tat Tvam Asi, must step into this mosque — because the journey of Self is incomplete without visiting this Mosque.

This sacred place is known as the Vavar Sabarimala Mosque.

In daily life, we are trained to notice only what secures our survival — money, protection, desire. Society shapes our instincts long before we know ourselves.

But love…love is different.

Love is divine, like the pre-dawn prayer, just like Azaan — pure, quiet, untouched by the day’s mundane.

Until i reached the holy 18 steps, i was holding my father’s hand. But the moment i stood before those sacred holy 18 steps, everything changed.
No one to guide me. No one to hold me.

My father bent down and told me softly, yet firmly, that this was a voyage of self-discovery, and I must ascend the 18 steps on my own. I could not seek his hand. I could not cling to him. 

To ease my fear, he guided me to the corner path where police officers stood, assuring me they would help if needed.

Once you cross Holy 18 Steps you experience Tat-Tvam-Asi.

Happy Tat-Tvam-Asi Season.

Magic Happens....Have you done something naughty on the Boat ?