Say Cheers !

“Kadavathoru Thoni” means “a boat resting on the shore.” 
“a canoe waiting at the riverbank.” 

And a thoni (Boat) resting on the shore—Kadavathoru Thoni—is the soul waiting, quietly, for the right companion, silent as a held breath to begin its journey toward clarity, liberation, and divine love.

The soul’s longing for a gentle companion who truly understands it.

The purity of waiting, the holiness of stillness, the yearning for union.

I have always felt like that boat.

In the hush of solitude, I learned to listen to myself.
It is in that stillness the self transforms,
where the soul, freed from expectations, finally rises.
Solitude became my teacher.
It taught me the rare art of partnering with myself.

It doesn’t matter what I did—cook, drink beer or wine, wear a swimsuit, swim—
someone, somewhere, decides it must mean something else.
Not because of who I am, but because I’m not from an affluent family. 

They do not see me.

They only see the girl in their heads—
the one chasing money,
the one they could judge without guilt,
the one they could define without knowing.

But the truth is....let me say it simply—

Yes, I’m middle class. 

Yes, I’m a virgin. 

Yes, I love swimming.

the water sliding off my skin, the sun warming my shoulders,
the joy of sipping a cold beer after a long, beautiful swim in a bikini that feels like freedom.

I can swim like a swan—graceful, silent, self-possessed— half swan, half human.

Thats Back Stroke Swimming....

And yes—

I can swim like a “bitch,” with the sharp precision of someone who refuses to drown.
That is Survival Swimming — the hardest form of swimming and the truest reflection of real life.

Survival swimming is what you do when the current is too strong, when nobody is cheering and you have only two choices—sink or stay alive.

In life, too, some of us grow up learning survival strokes.
Not because we want to, but because our circumstances demand it.
Because judgement comes quicker than understanding.
Because being middle class makes people assume your motives.
Because enjoying your own body, your own joy, your own freedom
is seen as a crime if it doesn’t fit their script.

That is the most difficult kind of swimming—
the kind done against the current of society,
the kind learned in silence,
the kind born from dignity, not desperation.

Because when a tsunami comes, there’s only one way to survive—you swim for your life.
You move with whatever strength you have left.
You refuse to let the waves take you to death.

Thats survival swimming - rescue swimming.

I was born in Karthikappally - Haripad in Nangiarkulangara.

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

You know Haripad is called as the Land of Temples , Art and Music and as showcased in bollywood movie Param Sundari  i may not have the luxury to swim in  a bikini in my native place. 

Lakshadweep is only one hour from my native place.....and the official language of Lakshadweep is Malayalam.

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

I know that I have an awesome perspective....

So say cheers— 
to a cold beer after a long swim,
to the sun on my skin,
to my bikini,
to the simple, honest pleasure,

of being alive in my own body—but as my own human being.

Its AI Transformation and not Tranfornation....

Beautiful Lakshadweep...

Have you done something naughty on the boat ?