So my second picture book MOMMIES has been selected for the IBBY Honours List.
Sometime earlier, my publisher called and we had a conversation that went something like this -
R: Priya, congratulations, MOMMIES has been selected for the IBBY Honours List and you are the only illustrator from India whose book has been selected in the Illustration category!
Me: Oh, okay
R: (mildly exasperated) Priya, do you even know what IBBY is?
Me: Well, I've seen the name here and there.
R: (incredulous) Priya, can you Google and read what IBBY is all about? It is such an honour to be selected for this!
So I did Google and read up about IBBY. I've learnt that it stands for the International Board of Books for Young People. Apparently it is a very coveted honour to have one's book selected in the categories of Writer, Translator and Illustrator, not to mention the only one to be selected in a particular category.
This book MOMMIES has won several awards and honours:
FICCI Award for best picture book 2024
Publishing Next award for best picture book 2025
DPictus 100 Outstanding Picturebooks for 2024 and 2025
Parag Honours List 2025
and now this, India's selection for illustration for the IBBY Honours List.
Twenty years ago, when I first bought my apartment, created a studio and began working seriously and consistently on my art, if I had ever been told that I would illustrate two books, one published by Seagull Books (an award in itself), and chosen to be published by them solely because of the quality of my illustrations, I thought it would have ended there. That was enough of an achievement for me to end my professional life with. However, I made a second book, and it was the recipient of DPictus 100 Best twice and much to my surprise, an IBBY Honours list.
Twenty years ago, after the deaths of my parents, I was pretty much written off by extended family, community and society as that oddball woman doing that illustration stuff, whatever it was, instead of getting married. Ten years ago when I returned from Montreal, most of the people I was acquainted with expected me to end up as a kind of paraplegic, someone to be commiserated with and entirely dismissed. So, in retrospect, it seems to me that if there is one other thing that is as immensely satisfying as having these two books on my bookshelf, it has been in proving my naysayers wrong.
I am reminded of this poem that I came across by The Fallen Poet -
What a privilege it is to be overwhelmed by a life I once prayed for.
What a privilege it is to become a version of myself I once thought was impossible.
What a privilege it is to still believe in good things.
What a privilege it is to grow into someone I used to need.
What a privilege it is to become softer in a world that tried to harden me.
What a privilege it is to no longer beg for love that should have been freely given.
What a privilege it is to finally be proud of the person I'm becoming.
If you knew what was going to happen, if you knew everything that was going to happen next - if you knew in advance the consequences of your own actions - you'd be doomed. You'd be ruined as God. You'd be a stone. You'd never eat or drink or laugh or get out of bed in the morning. You'd never love anyone ever again. You'd never dare to.
~ Margaret Atwood.