Creek in the Valley

Into the valley descends a pathway, ornately balustraded with trees.

It weaves a track between a lush tapestry of wooded foothills.

Sequestered here in this valley a creek tinkles a rhapsody of tunes.

It lies amid a sunlit patchwork of pastoral lands that have withstood time.

Under the canopy of the azure skies, the creek meanders its way

Weaving a sinuous path; in and out of rocks, stones and pebbles.

An eiderdown of green hues embanks both sides, carpeting them;

Creating an enchanting latticed mosaic of quilted motifs and patterns.

 

Like a jewel glistening in the sun, the creek gleams a path in the valley.

Image – Karim Sakhibgareev via unsplash

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About Sonal Singh

An author, storyteller, and full-time observer of life’s glorious absurdities. I write humour-laced stories where chaos wears fluffy fur, emotions arrive uninvited, and middle-class Indian households become ecosystems of drama, love, and unsolicited advice. Armed with sarcasm, caffeine, and alarming emotional attachment to stray creatures, I believe compassion is less of a virtue and more of a lifestyle disorder. One that I embrace. When I’m not writing, I’m usually busy running a full-time HR consultancy business, rescuing animals, or trying to maintain dignity while being emotionally manipulated by my pets. Through my literary work, I try to blend humour with heart, celebrating the messy coexistence of humans and non-humans in modern urban India.

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