Feeling Blessed!

Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! All of you! I am so overwhelmed by the response to my last blog post ‘When’ Dreams Come True’ that I am still a little teary eyed. So many of you responded on Facebook itself, where I had shared the post, and so many more sent me personal messages and even called me up to congratulate me and ask me for signed copies of my book. And my book isn’t even out yet!

This outpouring of love and genuine happiness on the part of all of you my friends actually had the effect of making me cry. I sat down and wept. I wept out of gratitude. I wept because I felt so humble, that so many people loved me enough to feel happy for my success; to take the trouble to tell me so! I wept because I felt so blessed! So blessed!

And in that moment when I was crying my heart out, I realised that it doesn’t matter if my book does well or not (Of course I know it will :P), but at that moment the fact that so many people were cheering my achievement of a goal, was the greatest OMG moment since the birth of my daughters!

It’s like reaching the finishing line and realising that the crowd is cheering for me. For ‘ME’! And as I look at the crowd, I see lines of my poems in the faces of the people there. And I realise every one of my friends and family has been part of this journey of mine helping me become who I am today, helping me know myself better, helping me write better, grow into myself, till I had the courage to put together these poems to show the world.

When I read my poem ‘Painting over memories’ I see my house in Vashi, with its walls covered in childish scribbles and the friends who shared my life then as a young mother, many of them young mothers themselves.

‘My first day in school’ brings to mind my students and all the teachers I worked with, so many of them who are still in touch with me and from whom I learnt so much.

My family, both the one I was born in and the one I married into is part of almost every poem; supporting me, wiping my tears, helping me get up again, celebrating life with me.

And I realise that this book, ‘Who Shall I Be Today?’ is not mine. It can never be mine. It belongs to everybody who has been part of my life. Everybody has in some way been woven into the poems, bits of my heart and soul.

When dreams come true

Book-Cover-1How many of you have had one of your deepest dreams come true? Isn’t it one of the headiest feelings in the world? Something that makes you want to dance and sing and yell and cry with happiness at the same time?

In a previous post, ‘Being Awesome in 2016’ I had written about this year being my year of awesomeness and guess what! It’s got AWESOMER!

My book, my first book, is going to be published! Yes! My book, “Who shall I be today?” is going to be out in March! I am so super thrilled about it; I just had to share it with all of you!

When I decided that it was time to put my fears aside and put my writings out for the world to read, I had to take a call on what kind of book I wanted my first book to be. There was absolutely no doubt in my mind that I wanted to write a book of poems.

Why? Well because I have always loved poetry. I love stories and essays too, but poetry tugs at my heart that little bit more.

I can’t remember when I fell in love with poetry. Maybe it was as a baby, when Mummy read to me out of that fascinating book with all those animals and fairies in it and I would listen to her voice lilting as she read, “Here comes the pony, his work is all done, down through the meadow he takes a good run, up goes his heels and down goes his head; it’s time little people were going to bed”

Through the poems I heard from her, I learnt of fairies and witches and magic and naughty kids and good kids. Stories came alive and created a wonderful world of rhyme and rhythm.

As I grew older, I read and fell in love with the brave Lochinvar, and cried over Bess and her Highway man. I realised how one mistake in a war can cause so many to lose their lives in ‘The Charge of the Light Brigade’. And I guess it was inevitable that this passion would make me want to write my own poems.

“Who shall I be today?” is a collection of poems that I have written as I have travelled along life’s paths, experiencing the different roles of a woman. Somewhere in the book you will find a woman in love, somewhere you will find a mother, somewhere you will find a housewife going about her daily chores.

A human being feels so many emotions and you will share some of these as you turn the pages of “Who shall I be today?” Love, Fear, Loneliness, Despair, Hope, Anticipation, Longing, Nostalgia… It’s all there.

If today this dream of getting my book published is coming true, it’s to a large extent due to the likes and shares I’ve got from all of you on Facebook and on my blog. Everytime you told me you liked something I wrote, it made it a little easier to share a part of my soul with you and that is how “Who Shall I Be today ?” was born.  I am so glad that you are a part of this dream of mine! And I really can’t celebrate it without you! So THANK YOU everyone! From the bottom of my heart!

P.S. If you want to see a jhalak of my book please send me a mail at sunita@sunitasaldhana.com and you can let me know what you think of it.

Are you really going to kill me?

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(Reposted from my blog “The quill of the phoenix“. Written in response to the heartbreaking picture by photojournalist Osman Sangirli )

Are you really going to kill me?
I really don’t want to die,
I’d rather run through the grass
And pretend that I can fly.

Are you going to kill me?
I really don’t want to die.
I have so much I want to learn,
So many things to try.

Are you going to kill me?
I really don’t want to die.
I promise I will be good.
I promise not to cry.

So please do not kill me.
I’m such a little guy.
I want to grow up someday.
I really don’t want to die.

My daughter, a wife!

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I can still remember your first kick,

The wonder of that tiny bubble of a movement within me,

The love that flooded my heart and brought tears to my eyes.

I remember how you would wake up,

With a cheerful toothless smile,

Bringing sunshine to my day

Your first words, your first steps,

The first poem you wrote, the first book you read alone,

The delight on your face with each experience.

Yes, the smile, always the smile!

And today too I see that smile,

Wider, more brilliant than ever before.

As you stand beside the man you love,

Walking together down a new road,

A new life, a new beginning

And once again, the love floods my heart,

Bringing tears to my eyes,

As I see how happy you are.

If there is a tinge of sadness

It’s just because I am selfishly aware

That now no longer will every Christmas be shared.

No longer will this be home

I am not the only mom in your life.

But that sadness is fleeting,

Coz I can feel the love that surrounds you.

Not only from your husband, but your whole new family.

And as you walk down the road of this new life

All I can give you is a heart full of love and blessings!

 

Note: This is part 4/4 of the Letting you Fly Series.

To read more check out the links below

Part 1: Letting you Fly

Part 2: Your first day at school

Part 3: And You Fly!

 

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