From my MIND

By: Sharon Supriya   As a child, my Dad taught me to celebrate life with music , and this is how I do it, When I sit down near my window and play soft tunes on guitar, I celebrate my loneliness. When I hum to the rhythm of my beloved's heartbeat, I celebrate our love for each other. When I swing my arms up and down, with my daughter to the rhythmic rhymes, I celebrate my child's laughter. When I sing a lullaby to my child, I celebrate her peace in my arms. When I walk down home, listening to some great music from my phone on the buzzing street, I celebrate who I am. When I have failed, and have no room to hide, I find comfort in gospel's soulful music and celebrate the presence of my God.

Once Upon A Time - Pa (Rev. Swamidas) and Me (Sharon Supriya) It was a long night. I was suffering from high fever, my body was shivering, I was throwing out, I had no control over the pain and I cried continuously. My mom was beside me, stroking my forehead lovingly. She sometimes walked in and out of the room to ensure the ambulance is at the doorsteps on time. My sisters were obeying Mumma's commands, one was brushing my feet to warm me, and the other one was trying to help me get up to have some energy drink. I couldn't see my Pa for long time, was just wandering were was he, when I was in such pain. I called up to him, "Pa, pa...". He didn't respond. One of my sisters said, " Shhhh... you rest... don't talk. He is just here." For a second I thought maybe he is busy getting in touch with ambulance and all that, but I wanted him near me and that frustrated me a bit. After 10 mins or so I felt relaxed, slowly I started sweating,...