🎤 NuiSenses of a Noisy Novice 🎤

This is not for likes, shares, or golden bells.
No silver screens or viral spells.
This is for moments — caught, not curated,
Framed by a half-broken phone,
But oh, how fully they live in the now.

I click — not for fame,
But to remember that I came, I saw, I felt.
Photography is how I say thank you 🙏
To the One who gifts light even in shadows.
Each frame a prayer.
Each video a memory-space clearing ritual.
This is how I breathe.
This is how I grieve and heal and believe.

 My People, My Palette
Everyone around me is an artist,
Maybe not on stages or walls, but in their callings:

📖 My father — a silent reader,
Not just of books but of moments. Reading is an art, and he lives it.
🥗 My mother — a natural beautifier,
With cotton grace, kitchen herbs, and simple elegance.
👩‍🎨 My sister — she doodles life into margins,
Creating galaxies with a pen.
💃 My brother — he dances with no choreography,
Just vibe, just soul, just himself.

👴 My paternal grandfather — a humble farmer,
Turning soil into sustenance, sweat into songs.
👵 My paternal grandmother — homemaker of nine,
An unsung queen of balance, love, and legacy.

👨‍🏫 My maternal grandfather — priest, English teacher,
Director of a special school,
Whose sermons were syllables of healing.
🍲 My maternal grandmother — a master of minimalist cuisine,
And oh, her collection of vessels,
As diverse as her stories.

Soulmates & Guides
I wouldn’t call them besties — nah, they’re my soulmates,
Two, maybe three, threading through timelines, tenderly.

Ruth — relentlessly, ruthlessly kind, ✨
Rhapsodic, radiant, resonating in my mind.
From fourth grade EMS to now,
Our nostalgia knits our souls somehow.
She knows my childhood, my crinkles, my crescendos,
Spiritual sync, in sync with all my innermost echoes.

Chubbi — chic, charming, cheekily chimeric, 💄🎨
Fashionista, face-painter, friend mystic.
She shaped me soulfully, physically,
Now distant but dancing still in memory’s symphony.

And TAU, T-A-U, my treasured tribe, 💫
Alliterate, altruistic, astral allies who imbibe
Kindness without claiming, giving without gain:
Sujith, Chetai, Siji Chechi, Ranjitha Chechi, Priya Chechi — names that remain.
Guru Bobby Achin, Matthew P.A. Sir, angels of mentorship,
Geethi Maam, Sujatha Maam, Anita Maam — grace in scholarship.
Each pulse, each prism, a piece of my story,
Turning trials to triumphs, pain to glory.

I’m a Noisy Novice
Me? I’m just the noisiest novice you’ll meet,
Spilling colors, spilling words, spilling me.
Trying, failing, giggling, crashing.
But always — creating.
I explore every art birthed on this Earth,
By bird, beast, bark, or barefoot child.
If a spider can weave, if ants can bridge,
Then I too shall stitch, dance, sketch, climb, fall, sing, fail, and rise.
I don’t wish to perfect — I wish to experiment.
And in that equation:
Explore + Experiment = Energy ⚡

[Freedom of expression]
Let me be. Let me become.
Let me blur lines, bend genres, mix metaphors.
Let me fill frames.
Let me empty them.
Let me not finish.
Because even when I return to the soil —
If I become a root, or a bloom, or the dust on the wings of a butterfly 🐛➡🦋
Let me return colorful. 🌈
Let me return beginner.
Let my art continue even after my body ends.

So if you ask who I am —
I am the NuiSenses of a Noisy Novice.
I am not done.
I’m just beginning.
Again.
And again.
And again.