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Mom, I missed you!!

Hey friends,

Does anybody remember going to the school for the very first time? No? Please go and ask your mother, because she is the one who must be remembering each and every detail of you not leaving her to go to the school. This is a very difficult time to let go off your mother for those three hours. It is not that you didn’t want to go to the school that you cried the holy shit out of you, but this was because that you were not habitual of staying away from your mothers ever. You ate with her, slept with her, watched TV together, stood with her in the kitchen and looked at her doing all that kitchen stuff for hours. You even had showers with her because she couldn’t leave you behind in the lobby or the room to get hurt. You also enjoyed being in her lap while she was doing other house chores to prevent you from crying out loud without any reason in particular. And all day, since morning till you slept, she and you stayed together.

And all of a sudden, a day has come when you are going away from her among the strangers, who are trying to please you, even helping you to pee and trying hard to make you feel at home. But in your heart of hearts, your eyes are gradually looking at each and every corner of this strange building for the one and only. Where is she? Why has she left me here? Is she ever going to take me from here or not? Does she still love me? When, when, when is she going to come? Three long hours seem like infinity (because I am two-year old who cannot compare two time units with each other).  I am crying like I will never stop. Only her face can give the relief to my suffering of separation.

Now, where is this strange young lady taking me to? Oh my God! A few more little people who are crying like me. Hey, someone arrived through that door, to whom I want to run and hug tight. I want to again feel the same warmth of her arms around me that was always there. I want to question her “why you left me here”? “Will you do it again”? And in all these questions running in my mind I only hold her tight, crying and not looking anywhere else as she is my world that I lost a few hours back and after a lot of pain and suffering I found her back. Constantly speaking with lisp “I will nevell do bat thelle (I will never go back there).”

But this beautiful lady, whom I call mom, makes me understand that she also went through the same pain while she left me in the school ALONE, but she had to do this for my own good, to make me an independent person, to make me a rising soul. I don’t understand what she is saying to me, I don’t understand those big words like doctor and engineer; I only want to stay in her lap forever.

However, she will again send me to this strange place called school for my good (she says so!). Perhaps, some day I will understand what she meant. Till then, I am enjoying her love!

Love 

Sonam

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Twinkle twinkle little star

We have been going to this mall for a long time and my kid likes to drive that toy car found i  the mall. Everytime i went there, something bothered me always and made me ponder over it for a long time. And this was a little boy with a lovely smile on his face and twinkle in hus eyes and confidence  in his body. He is the boy working there as a care taker of small kids driving the toy cars. I have been thinking about him and other children working with him. He takes care of the other children; doesn't he want to have fun. Where are his parents? And much more.
Tonight when we again went to this mall, i found him on duty. ANd something made me so attracted towards him that i went and had a little chat with him. For i was very much worried about his future, i asked "do you study?" The reply was "YES MA'M".   That's it! This is what i wanted to hear, because i don't know yet that had his answer been "no", how would have i helped him. I could only pity on his plight. I could only feel a little more bothered just for tonight till i meet him again. I could be of no much help however, his answer rescued me of the afterpains of "no".
Again i asked him "who askes you to work?" HE said " no one, i work because i want to."
I again out of curosity asked him "why?". And his final response floored me, which was "this way, i can atleast sponser my education." You know which class he is in? Class 4.
I couldn't say anything much after this, but took a picture of him so that i keep getting the inspiration from this little star. For me, he is a STAR.
And his name is JUNAID.

Friends, do let me know if he inspires you too.

Love
Sonam

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For I trust Lord

Pals! Check out my new poem here.. love ya

For I trust Lord…

I am standing right here,
Firm and strong.
Proudly carrying all my
Beautiful scars along.

Each scar bears a
Long  and hefty story.
Though they seem ugly,
But gave me the glory.

Tired I may look,
But that's surely I'm not.
Rest I may take… but quitting?
Not even in the thought.

Winning is the nutrient,
I am nurtured with.
You can feed me to lose?
It's your sheer myth.

They  try to shackle me up
And crush me like a twig, but
 now nothing can cease me,
'cause I'm born to make it big.


Come, give me more wounds!
I shall still "stand still".
Let the wounds leave the scars
For they make my will "strong will".

Mediocity doesn't suit me,
Zenith is for which I strive.
Don't care if you can't handle me,
Just go, get a life.

I can live tough days and nights,
and can walk a sharp sword.
I shall dwindle not by an inch,
For I trust the gracious Lord.


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Sonam B Saluja 

Director

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