I wonder

Does she peek in or does she peek out?

Is she a butterfly or a dreaming moth?

Will she spread her wings, flutter away?

Or will she sit, with the silence sway?

Like a demure maiden, will she acquiesce?

Or like one emboldened, will she egress?

What’ll be her decision, her path I wonder?

Will she fly today or will she again surrender?

Image – Jian Xhin 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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