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 (www.rianplacements.com), by passion I am a writer, home chef and a hodophile.

Remembering

Maa called today to say, “I am selling our old bungalow that you grew up in. It’s too much upkeep for an old woman. You should come by, visit and see if there is anything that holds a memory, anything that you would like to keep.” I listened in sad …

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I happily own my color

Even if they tried, they would probably still never be able to see. Not because they do not have eyes, they do; but because even Though God Saw it fit to endow them with eyes, he did not give Them the deeper sight of love, tolerance and equanimity.   Such …

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My mother always said

  My mother always said, “Treat marriage as a partnership. It will have its good days and bad; highs and lows. But like all partnerships that are a hundred percent Relationship; your onus is a fifty percent of this hundred.”   I was young yet, I did not fully comprehend …

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What is respect?

  “So what did you learn from your visit to Earth?” God asked eagerly to the angel he had sent. “Do my children love each other? Do they live in peace? Do they respect the world I created for them?” he queried.   The angel answered with sadness. “My Lord! …

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A habit to shame…

“You have put on some weight since we last met,” said my mother in law. “You’ll lose your looks, your husband’s interest,” she said for good measure. My husband caught my eye, smiled and said, “Its habit. Just ignore her.” I smiled back at him, basked in the glow of …

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Waves of memory

I sat on the fringes of the Ocean, watching the waves roll over the surface. I watched the sun dipping in for the night, as waves lapped gently at my feet. The balmy tropical breeze caressed my upturned face, bringing waves of memory; Of a time when I had sat …

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Where love goes

“It’s a good day,” I thought as I preened in front of the mirror I applied some mascara and dabbed on some golden shimmer. I combed my hair a hundred times, till it shone golden brown. I smeared some lipstick, puckered my lips & erased my frown.   “It’s going …

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I’m sorry

  A two syllable word with the power to heal and a magnitude of emotions thrown in. It is not just a word, it’s a heartfelt deal. Yes, an apology is a person’s rueful feelin.   Sorry has the ability to ease strained relations. It has the power to dissolve …

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I’m still waiting, my son

I carried you in my womb; I nursed you on my bosom I nurtured you, I tended to you and I cared for you. You grew to be a strapping youth of kind heart & reason You made my heart swell with pride and joy, long due.   Then you …

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The wanton rains

They came just as I was to leave, those torrential Mumbai rains. I had gone to such lengths to dress up, they ruined my pains. Despondently I peered out of the window, praying them to stop. Damn! They bore down on earth steady, packed quite a wallop.   He would …

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