All is just again

I believe,

The mornings breathe in silence,

Stretching languidly

When roused from their nightly slumber.

They no longer ring with

The cacophonous din of humanity.

I know,

That nowadays they resonate

With melodious chirps and cheeps.

The Koel coos, the crows caw at the waterhole

And today, a Sparrow hopped on my sill.

Are the birds back to my neighbourhood?

I wonder,

Does the sun look brighter now?

As if it shines, almost like a proud granddad

Smiling down in indulgent benevolence?

Has his fire dimmed?

He does not seem as angry anymore, does he?

I feel

That somehow, the days seem cleaner now.

As if no longer clothed by the dust

Of unjust expectations.

The air willfully plays, ruffling the leaves

And swishing by to jostle

My wind chimes in its happiness.

I realize

That today the ambient noises of chaos

Have been drowned out

By the muted recuperation, of Earth.

And thus, all is just with the world.



Image credit – Peter F. Wolf via

About Sonal Singh

I believe that life is a repertoire of anecdotes. The various situations that we encounter, the many incidents of every day, the people we meet, our conversations with them; all make life a melange of tales. And, that is what I attempt to capture through my writing. My cooking is no different! It reflects my love for travel and my love for innovation. The kitchen is my happy place. So, even though by vocation I am a recruiter (, by passion I am a writer, home chef and a hodophile.

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