A STORY OF IDENTITY AND INHERITANCE


Apart from the challenges and hindrances in life, I often find myself wondering—why do I show different behaviors with different people? Yes, I know I’m unique, but it's a uniqueness shaped in many beautiful ways.

Inherited Strength and Love

I carry traits and personalities passed down through my family tree. It may sound a bit strange, but it’s true.

My father represents strength, and my mother radiates love. I see both in myself. I’m a fighter, a survivor—I stand up for myself. But I’ve realized that this growing strength within me comes from my father. When someone hurts me, I react—I defend myself. People might see me as harsh or cruel. But soon after, guilt often creeps in. Maybe I should have stayed silent? But how long can I stay silent? The truth is, even when I’m hurt, I forgive. I care. I love. And that mix of strength and softness—comes from my strong father and my kind-hearted mother.

A Brother’s Playful Spirit

Sometimes, life feels dull. That’s when you discover little joys that make it bright again. I really admire my brother, Akkumon. He always finds ways to stay active and playful. Even when I’m stressed or low, a visit to my hometown and his cheerful call—“Chechi , ente koode kalikaan vaa” (Sister, come and play with me!)—transforms the lazy version of me into someone fun and lively. Honestly, he’s my stress buster.

Inherited Cleanliness

Here’s a funny thing—I love keeping my home neat and organized. Everything in its place. Some people joke and say I have OCD, which can be frustrating. I try to explain it’s just a habit. But then again, maybe it’s in my blood. I see the same traits in my grandfather-in-law, Appachan. Even in his old age, he makes the effort to switch off unnecessary lights or shut the door behind him. I think I got that sense of order from him.

Generosity That’s in My Blood

When it comes to gifting, I love going all out. Whether it’s for friends or family, I want them to feel extra special and surprised. That generosity? It comes from my Ammachi. She never gives just enough—she gives more, and more. Her kindness has always been blessed.

Three Faces, One Soul

I see now that I carry parts of every member of my family. And interestingly, I express myself through three different personalities:

  1. Ponnu – She’s sweet, silent, and deeply lovable. She carries hidden pain, often masking it with a smile to make others happy. Ponnu is the melancholic soul.

  2. Meevaleyyy – This is the fun one, the name people call me with love. She’s chaotic, energetic, a bit clueless sometimes—but always genuine. She loves deeply and cares openly. Meevaleyyy is my favorite version of me.

  3. Meeval – She is strong and wise. She knows her worth, her boundaries, and her values. She's mature, talented, and deeply self-aware. Meeval is the core of who I am.

 Embracing My Unique Identity

So yes, it may seem odd—but I am a mix of many personalities and behaviors. And that’s exactly what makes me, me. I love my name, Meeval, and I love the way I am.

M – Magnetic
E – Energetic
E – Empathetic
V – Valiant
A – Ambitious
L – Lovable 





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