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.

The girl child

On a morning silvery white, she was born a black blight. Why you may ask? What was her fault? Well she was a girl and for some that was all. The purveyors of archaic society jeered at her birth. She was shunned, rejected; they said she had no worth. Subjected …

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Trip down memory lane

  Today I traipsed down memory lane and back to school I went, yet again. Oh! How hard it hit, that nostalgic wave; I wish those memories I could forever save.   You know the first thing that I saw there? It was the backbench, I once sat where. A …

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A black & white life

Even in her black and white world, she sought color; a feeble attempt to camouflage her ashen pallor. Anything to hide the scars of the skin that had been burned. To watch that, to stare at her, random people turned. The lover she spurned had crushed her dreams. The acid …

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Give your life a VIBGYOR start

Life is art. Live yours in color and it will be a journey that is spectacular. Filled with hues that warm the heart; give your life a vibgyor start! Embrace all shades, be they dark or light. Let them not in your life fight. Adopt the black, the white, the grey. …

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Shoot!

Some shoot to kill & they shoot to spill; the blood of an innocent animal. They forget this action too, in the eyes of law, makes them a criminal. When will man understand that “the right to live” is equally applicable? Earth is home to all, we must learn to …

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My boy lies here…

My boy lies here, six feet under in land that fate from me did plunder It was my time not his, down in the dirt; How will I live now, with all this hurt? Valorous he fell fighting for a cause. They say he never held back, never did pause. …

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Survival

Man’s avarice will ultimately lead to mother Earth dying. But, could there be hope?   Six feet under the ground, it started its journey homeward bound. It cleaved a path in the damp dirt, in its voyage to the surface of the Earth. It said to its mother, “I know …

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Don’t judge me

Why is it that you cannot see, I am what God made me to be? The colors of my skin, its dusky tinge; are all what God gave me! You look at me, you see my dark skin tone; you see dusk settling on bronze. You forget that behind that …

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Strength in womanhood

Like the proverbial phoenix, from her ashes she arose What would you call such a woman – Kali, Durga or more? Bathed in translucence, from the fire that burned within, She stepped off of her pyre and breathed in her strength.   He thought he had slain her for she …

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