I read a poem called ‘when you thought I wasn’t looking’ a poem from a child’s perspective and thought why don’t I write some words from Suhana’s perspective
My name is Suhana..my mom calls me Soha. I grew up with my grandparents and my mother and they showered me with lot of love. But I always wondered how my dad would look, will he be tall, will he be handsome and I drew a picture of him and lo and behold I met a man who I wished was my dad and dreams do come true and he was my real dad. A dad who made me feel like a princess, treated me so special and soon I came to live with my dad and so did my mom. My family was complete..had a wonderful dadi who made me special halwa and sneaked me food that I liked she knew that I did not like my mothers poha. Then everything changed one day…a strange boy came into our home and I was told I needed to share my room..I do like to share things but was not sure why this little boy got all the attention. Dadi stopped feeding me my halwa and my dad wanted me to share my controller and everything with this stranger. I am not sure what is happening am I not my dads special girl anymore? Do I not resemble my dad just like dadi used to say.? Will golu stop playing with me now that he has another boy to play with? Will shubh not love me anymore…what has changed ? I am still dads Suhana,his apple of the eye and my moms Soha and my dadi’s precious grandchild am I not?