Near and yet far…

 

If I speak now, would you hear me?
Would you really listen, cock an ear
And put down your paper, turn to me
And ask, ‘what is it? I’m all ears.’

If I speak now, would you look at me?
Would you look at me, raise an eyebrow
Smile that lazily languid smile of yours
And say, ‘what’s up? I am listening.’

Between us, this silence stretches.
It’s not something either of us wants
And yet it is what distances us even
As we sit so near and yet so very far.

Image – Michel Stockman 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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