About Me
- Snehal Dubey
- I am a dreamer by nature, and perhaps that is why stories find their way to me. I believe life is a vast treasure trove of wonders; all it takes is the right perspective to see the magic in the mundane. My world is built on a foundation of positivity and the beautiful roles I get to play—as a woman, a daughter, a wife, a mother and a corporate employee. Writing is my sanctuary, a quiet corner where I can breathe life into my thoughts. I may not always be regular with my pen, but when I write, I share a piece of my soul. Welcome to my space; I hope you find a bit of yourself in my words. If a poem or a story touches your heart, I’d love to hear from you in the comments!
Friday, July 13, 2012
Without You!
Wednesday, July 11, 2012
Wanna read your mind....
My Beloved God, Kanha
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
काही चारोळ्या...
तुझ्या अंगणातली फुले वेचताना
काही वाऱ्यांनी उडून गेली
काही पायदळी तुडवून गेली
तुझ्या अंगणातली फुले वेचताना
ओंजळ कधीच भरली नाही...
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काही भावना शब्दांत मांडता येत नाहीत
त्या डोळ्यांनीच बोलून जातात
डोळ्यांमधील त्या भावना
मग आपली ह्रुदयाच समजून घेतात
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वाटत तिथे कोणीच नसावं
फक्त तू आणि मीच बसावं
त्या क्षितिजावरून होणारा सूर्यास्ताला
डोळे भरून पाहावं
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पुन्हा तू मेघ दाटून आले
पुन्हा तो पाऊस बरसला
काही थेंब आकाशातून
तर काही माझ्या डोळ्यातून सांडवून गेला
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मला खूप काही सांगायचे आहे
जे शब्दांचा पलीकडचे आहे
जमीनीवरून दाखवायचे आहे पण
आकाशा पलीकडचे आहे
समजून घेणार असशील
तर दाखवानाही सार्थ आहे
निभावणार नसशील नातं हे
तर जगनही व्यर्थ आहे
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आठवणीत माझ्या कधी तरी येऊन जा
प्रेमाचा ओलावा थोडा तरी देऊन जा
स्पर्शाने तुझ्या मला फुलवून जा
मात्र जाता जाता मलाही सोबत घेऊन जा
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तुझ्याशी खूप काही बोलायचे राहिलं
अर्ध्या वाटेवर तुला सोडावे लागलं
वाटतं हि वाट पुन्हा तुझ्याकडे घेऊन यावी
हृदयाची गुपितं अलगत तुझ्यापुढे उघडावी
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आठवतो तुला तो पाऊस
आपल्या त्या पहिल्या भेटीचा
चिंब चिंब भिजताना
फक्त एकमेकांना पाहायचा
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पहिले प्रेम असतंच असं
विसरायचं म्हणलं तरी पुन्हा पुन्हा आठवायचं
सगळं आयुष्य त्याला लपवूनच ठेवायचं
पुढे पुढे जातानाही मागे वळून पाहायचं
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बोलावं म्हणालं तर ऐकायला कोणी नाही
लिहावं म्हणालं तर शब्दही साथ देत नाही
एकटीच बसून मग मनाला समजावलं
जगायचं आता ....कारण मृत्युही मुक्ती देणार नाही
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चंद्राविना चांदण्या त्या
जणू एकट्याच उरल्या आहेत
त्याचाविना अस्तित्व आपलं
पुन्हा शोधतच राहिल्या आहेत
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हळुवार चमकताना त्या चांदण्या
तुझ्या आठवणीं झोळीत देऊन गेल्या
आपल्या प्रेमाच्या साक्ष देता देता
प्रेमाने माझं हृदय भरून गेल्या
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Tuesday, June 26, 2012
अशीच एक रात्र असावी...
डोकावणाऱ्या चंद्राचा मंद प्रकाश पडावा
वारा हळूवार आपल्याला स्पर्श करावा
जणू त्याचा अस्तित्वाची जाणीव करून जावा....
अशीच एक रात्र असावी...जिथे कोणीच नसावं
तुझ्या मिठीत जाताना मी स्वतःलाच विसरावं...
माझ्या केसांसोबत तू उगीचच खेळावं
हळूच मग माझ्या मिठीत तूही सामावून जावं...
अशीच एक रात्र असावी...प्राजक्तांचा फुलांची
आपल्या प्रेमासोबत त्यांनीही फुलायाची...
सर्वत्र त्या फुलांचा सडा पडावा
आठवणीत मग त्यांचा सुवास दरवळत राहावा...
अश्याच एका रात्रीची मी वाट पाहत आहे
त्यांचा सहवासाने मला फुलायचे आहे...
चांदण्या रात्री,प्राजक्तांच्या फुलांनी नाहायचे आहे
अश्याच एका रात्रीची मी वाट पाहत आहे...
The First Step: Arnesh’s Journey to Tiny Tots
I was a mix of excitement and nerves on Arnesh’s first day of school. Even though it was only a three-hour play school, I worried about how he would cope without me. I can still picture him with his tiny Pink Doraemon backpack and water bottle as we walked toward the school. I spent the whole walk trying to convince him that school is a "fantasy land" full of toys and friends, and that going to school was how he’d grow up to be as talented as his father.
By the time we reached the doors of Tiny Tots Play School, Arnesh was already in tears. I comforted him, promising I’d wait right outside until he was finished playing.
Since we used to live in the ACC company colony, the school was right in our neighborhood—a spacious 3BHK flat transformed into a child’s dream. It was beautiful. The Walls were decorated with bright paintings of flowers, animals, and fruits. The Toy Room packed with everything a child could want. The Garden was Featured a slide, see-saw, and little cars to drive. The Music Room was filled with drums, pianos, and guitars where kids could dance to rhymes.
Arnesh was so curious about the colorful chairs and the instruments that he actually forgot to cry for a moment.
Meeting his first school teacher - Das Mam
That’s when we met his teacher, Das Mam. She was a kind, middle-aged woman with big eyes and a traditional Bengali bindi. She had such a motherly aura that when I finally had to hand Arnesh over, I felt a sense of peace. He cried as I left, but I knew he was in good hands.
I waited in the garden for two hours in the 40-degree heat, with my heart constantly trying to figure out for his voice amongst the other crying children. When the gates finally opened, Arnesh was the last one to walk out and I was the only parents waiting for last 2 hours. He ran to me, dropped his bag, and hugged me so tight. It felt like we had been apart for so long.
Das Mam laughed and told me, "Arnesh promise, you won't cry anymore!"
Arnesh looked up and mumbled: "I’ll cry a little bit today, but not from tomorrow!"
As the months passed, Arnesh love for school grown more. Every morning ended with a flying kiss and a reminder: "Mumma, make sure you come on time to pick me up!"
Das Mam became a huge part of our lives. She was down-to-earth, never lost her patience, and updated every parent daily on their child’s progress. To the kids, she was the beloved "Saree-wali Teacher Aunty." After school she used walk with me and Arnesh sharing her life stories, kids stories and discuss about her love for teaching. She didn’t just teach the kids their ABCs; she taught them manners, discipline, and kindness.
Time flies faster than we realize. The days of the toy room and the music room are over now. As I am documenting this story, Arnesh and his friends now moving to the "big world" at DAV Public School in LKG.
I want Arnesh to remember his first day at school, to tell him my feelings to watch him go, to see him grow with each passing day. To capture this photo on day 1 so one day, he lives through this story, remember Das Mam.
I will always remember Das Mam for the rest of my life. Thank you for the endless love you gave to my son, your teachings are valuable!
Thursday, February 16, 2012
A Saree with Stain & A Heart with Pain…
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
One Glance...One Love
One glance from you, and I fly without wings..
You've held me captive, with your magic and charms..
Has scented my body, I feel you whenever my eyes close..
It melts me to the core, and my heart begins to race..
My heart begins to ache, to wipe your tears dry..
All of the day through, I keep waiting for your glance..
One love is all we need sweetheart, and one love is what we share . .
True Friendship!
With whom I needn't pretend
You're always there when I need you
Just like a sweetest friend
The way that I trust you
But you have this way about you
And know how to get through
Of silent dreams I couldn't let out
Of life, emotions and trivial things
Such things of which happiness brings
You're always there to listen, but never to be used
You tell me your secrets and what you're going through
You're always there for me as I am for you
A lifetime it will last
Look to the future now
But pls never forget me, because I'll never forget you . .

