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.

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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The new bride & Holi

A bright splash of yellow on the face, The vermilion & purple, struggling to keep pace. Eyes that are filled with mischief and joy; The lips that smile, tentative and coy.   Oh! What a wondrous picture they evoke Of a new bride that festive Holi does provoke. Tantalizing her …

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What is poetry to me

What is poetry? You ask what it means to me. Well, to me it’s more than art, religion or philosophy. It’s a source of feelings, deep emotions, you see; Captured within the beautiful bondage of sensitivity.   It’s a language of the heart, a song of the soul, And creative …

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The artist’s masterstroke

It was a sight to behold, as heartbreaking as it was bold; A mother lay under rubble, her body broken; already cold. She clutched to her bosom a baby, umbilical cord attached, The scene was surreal, poignant & emotional; yet detached.   The baby wailed in hunger, unmindful of the …

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Parenthood

And out of the night they came; Two lost souls; a gent and a dame. Eyes a mirror of despair, they walked, Not a word escaped, they never talked.   Desolation reigned, utter and resolute; Their face a visage of despair, absolute. They seemed to seek, to find a truth. …

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Unshackled, unbound

she sighed in pleasure, unshackled, unbound; life awaited, for post misery; joy she had found. She held her baby close, her heart aflutter eyes closed, finally making sense of the clutter. Free of abuse, rid of the sham of a marriage, she stood up; erect, proud in carriage. Yes! she …

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I’m complete

On a road less traveled, a road that I had taken I met a fellow Traveler, hidden feelings he did awaken. We looked at each other, wary and cautious at first Then loneliness ebbed away, we smiled, tentatively trust. “What brings you to these parts, they are off the beaten …

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Feminism is a HE –

“Congratulations on the success of your book – ‘Feminism is a HE’!” said Priya, interviewing Rahul on air. “Hmmm!” mused Rahul. “I am happy but I am more satisfied that my work has been accepted.”  “I’m sure. Tell us something about your book? What was your inspiration to write it?” …

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The Cabbie

It was a dark, stormy night. Mumbai witnessed one of the worst rains of the season. My arriving flight had been delayed by a few hours due to tempestuous weather so I walked out of the airport, to the chime of the clock striking 1 am. Booking a taxi at …

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