Rising with Dignity !

Do you know Kuttanad is one of the few places in the world below sea level?
Land that survives not by height, but by resilience.

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

I was born in Karthikapally, in Lower Kuttanad — The Rice Bowl of Kerala.
Where water touches earth every day, and life still rises.

When farmers plant new paddy saplings, they sing a folk song — a njaattadi paattu:

not because the work is easy, but because hope is being placed into the soil.
“Kungumanira sooryan,
chandana veyilaale,
mannil thoovum venmadhuram”

The song is about the rising sun.

The sun does not rush the sky.
It rises with dignity.

Its light is compared to sandalwood warmth — It sprinkles sweetness on the earth.

And in that rise, everything on earth rises. ☀️✨

From the movie “Neeyum Njaanum”

Neeyum translates to You.

Njaanum translates to Me/I.

That song is not just about farming.
It is a way of living:  to rise slowly, stay rooted, and carry dignity even when the world feels heavy.

Just like a sapling. That is how I have lived.

They say failure sets you free ; it is where the magic happens.
That it breaks you, drops you to rock bottom, so you can finally meet yourself.

Seventeen years after my father passed away,
I have walked this life alone —
not empty, not broken,
but independent, carrying my strength quietly.

I only ever wanted love with dignity.
Instead, I met unspoken rules for middle-class women:
choices questioned, friendships judged, character measured.
Independence met suspicion.  Growth came with conditions — to shrink, adjust, remain convenient.

I have lived as “Njaanum - I”  for 17+ years — whole, self-held, grounded.

And “Neeyum - You” is not someone who completes me,
but someone who recognizes me.

I am still waiting — not for rescue, but for understanding.

A heart that sees my silent battles.
A soul that honours the stories I never speak.

Where dignity becomes desire, where independence moves like grace,
and adversity is not feared — but becomes the most romantic thing of all. ✨

Failure sets you free — because it strips away illusions, expectations, and borrowed identities.
Magic happens in adversity, not because it hurts, but because it reveals.

In the hardest moments,
you don’t just discover yourself — you discover who truly recognizes you,
who sees your worth without your shine.

Adversity doesn’t break you.
It clarifies.

Failure sets you free — Because at the rock bottom ; You need a person who understands you. 

Thats All.