VOICES WITHIN ME

I was born with a voice.
Soft. Curious. Unformed.

My first words danced in Malayalam,
The language of lullabies,
Of home, of heart,
The voice of my roots.

Then the world called me further.

In the UAE, I spoke in English,
Crisp, new, and full of dreams.
It gave me confidence.
It made me visible.

Delhi brought me Hindi,
Spoken with strength, with warmth,
A language that wrapped around daily life,
As familiar as morning chai.

Chennai whispered Tamil into my ears,
Melodic and ancient,
It settled into my soul like an old song rediscovered.

For a while, I held Arabic and Sanskrit too
Fleeting companions,
Like beautiful birds that stayed just long enough to sing.

They say,
"You’re so lucky. 
You’re a queen of languages."

I smile.
Not because I feel royal,
But because I feel seen.

Once, I doubted myself.
I blamed my existence.
I looked in the mirror and couldn’t find anything special.

But now,
When eyes light up as I shift between tongues,
When admiration fills a room with silence,
I know—
This is my gift.

So to you , my love 

You are unique.
You are worth it.
You are enough.

Look into the mirror and say it aloud—
"This is me. And I am proud."






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