The mendicant

Forged by the fires of his youth, his flame burned bright and strong
like a beacon that shines at night; it shone guiding right from wrong.
Its warmth enveloped his entity, gave him kindness beyond measure
it made him a kindred spirit, his empathy was such a treasure.
People came from far and wide, seeking his wise counsel.
The mendicant touched lives, both poor and rich in his travel.
He renounced the material world, embarked on a newfound path.
In his search for enlightenment he roved, corners of the earth.
The fires of the youth that had burned lit his own fire within
and he lit a fire of knowledge in the world, it rose above the din.


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About Sonal Singh

An author, storyteller, and full-time observer of life’s glorious absurdities. I write humour-laced stories where chaos wears fluffy fur, emotions arrive uninvited, and middle-class Indian households become ecosystems of drama, love, and unsolicited advice. Armed with sarcasm, caffeine, and alarming emotional attachment to stray creatures, I believe compassion is less of a virtue and more of a lifestyle disorder. One that I embrace. When I’m not writing, I’m usually busy running a full-time HR consultancy business, rescuing animals, or trying to maintain dignity while being emotionally manipulated by my pets. Through my literary work, I try to blend humour with heart, celebrating the messy coexistence of humans and non-humans in modern urban India.

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