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.

labour of love

 A freak thunder storm had gripped the city of Indore and held it captive the past couple of days. The city was slowing limping back to normalcy as uprooted trees and toppled electric poles were cleared away. “Trring, trring. Trring, trring!” The insistent ring of the mobile woke him from …

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I rise

Life keeps throwing me stones and I keep finding the diamonds; For in my bosom I nurture hope, my heart surges with optimism. Be it a torrid tempest or a day that has been deluged I still sail the rough seas, chart my own course to bridge any chasm. Over …

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To my Sia

Amma’s death came as a shock, even though I had known for a while that death was inevitable. One minute I could visualize her smiling benevolently at me and the very next, she was gone. Amma was the rock of our family. After Baba’s death, very early on in my …

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Humanity’s child

She was a shy creature. Always hiding behind her mother’s skirts & peeping out of curtains. She could not understand the language of humans. She preferred the company of butterflies, birds and nature to that of children her age. The other children called her slow, even retarded at times. They …

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The ganges through my eyes

I sat where it is birthed, the mighty Ganges As it spews forth from the mountain ranges The waters were white & crystal clear, After being released from mother Earth’s lair. The vista was surreal, with scenic hue changes. The river sprang forth in splendorous form Breaking many an age …

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Essence of 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 had …

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Mother, Do not cry for my Martyred father.

To my martyred father, my proudest salute. I shall not shed a tear. I shall not cry. I am resolute. To my anguished and widowed Mother I say, “Mother, wipe your tears. Do not cry. Nay!” Hold your head high and keep walking on tall My Father died defending his …

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Just a Little bit more sleep

Take not from me the solitude of the morning; The joy of sleeping an extra half hour. Leave the shades be, the curtains fallen; I don’t want to partake in the sun’s power. Let me sleep a bit more in restful slumber; My life is chaotic, as such, at best. …

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Why picnics are important for families

I remember a childhood that was filled with picnics and not just the “sit in the park kind”. I remember childhood picnics being boat rides, pot lucks, cycling trips, nature treks, park visits, jungle hikes and much more. My childhood was filled with activities that today people would construe as adventure outings & pay money to indulge in. But back then, it was just a part of our regular Sunday afternoon. Just clean old family bonding time, out in the sun with a basket of food in tow.

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