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.

I miss dinner table conversations

I remember a time when dinners used to center on conversations; When Dinner table conversations would bring families together, And when what was spoken at the table used to be way more Important than what was being eaten. Food was for the soul then.   That was a time when …

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One day at a time

Sometimes, there comes such a time in your life, When a smile can cost you many emotions. The clouds of despair hold you in an embrace And suffocation threatens to engulf you.   You feel trapped in a world of your own making And you struggle to find an escape, …

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Window to the soul

They say the eyes are the window to the soul. They offer deep insights into a man’s self. They are the mirrors that always reflect true, Whether we want to show or not, they exhibit.   If the above is true for man then I wonder Why it is that …

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Our footprints

In this transient world, our lives are like footprints in the sand That are washed away, that vanish into the lap of the next wave. In this world of impermanence, we struggle to steady our hand We strive to accumulate, to amass more than what God gave.   But we forget …

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I don’t know

I wonder what you know, what you do know for your answer to everything that I ask is always, “I don’t know. You decide.” When I ask what you’d like for dinner you say, “I don’t know. anything.” Now this anything does not grow on trees so it’s neither a …

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Mother Earth

Shackled in chains, I have lived a life of bondage. I have been bound to the children I bore, my seed. I have despaired at what has become of them? And yet, I had no choice but to be a mute spectator. For I could not intervene, even if I …

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What does hope look like?

Have you ever sat in the calm of the morning and taken in a sunrise? Have you ever hummed a Melody that lifted your spirits right up? Have you ever, in moments of despair, felt a gentle touch, a soft pat? Have you ever, when you had lost faith, felt …

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Dance of the rain

The rain did a dance yesterday at night, A pitter-patter routine; a splash and splatter. It sieved through the lush foliage of the trees & fell rhythmically down, spinning its magic.   I sat and listened to the orchestral sounds. Yes! God conducted a magnificent concert. Nature sang to the …

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Song of the Earth

Have you ever cocked an ear to listen to the song of the earth? Surprised? Well don’t be for the Earth has music for those who listen. She speaks, she tries to converse, if only you would not hasten. So, Sit a while amid nature and reboot, be one with …

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No warning!

His days became my battle, His nights became my war I held his hand throughout as he tried to leave, go far. Lovingly I held on to him. I was unwilling to let him go. My moist eyes implored. Yet, no emotion did he show.   It happened without warning. …

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