May be it’s a sign

There are times when I am out in the hot sun, sweating

And a stray tuft of cottony cloud will momentarily

Take pity on me and blow gently to cover the sun briefly.

At such times I think, “Maybe it’s a sign that God cares.”


There are times when I am bone weary after a day’s labour

And mere acts of the most random kindness by strangers

Touch me, steal my heart and bring sheen of unshed tears.

At such times I think, “Maybe it’s a sign that God loves.”

image – Austin Chan via unsplash

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 (, by passion I am a writer, home chef and a hodophile.

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