Lost

I’m
Lost like
A forgotten melody
In
The backyard
Of my hometown
Wandering
The lanes
Of my childhood.

Nostalgic,
My heart,
Reminisces and remembers
My
Nonage spent
In these environs.

Wasn’t
It meant
To last forever?

Now,
The fields
Stand silent, bare.
The
Streets are
Lonely and uncluttered.
The
Children, people
Have all vanished
In
The pandemic,
Like my childhood.
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About 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.

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