Our diverging paths

On the road we traveled, I found our paths diverging

Instead of one mind, dual thinking was emerging.

At a loss for reason, I looked about askance.

I thought I spied matrimony do a vanishing dance.

I looked at you then, my brimming eyes pleaded.

But, I saw no concern, your face was depleted.

It was devoid of emotion, there no love that I could see,

How had we come to this? How could this, us, be?

The silence gradually spread, encompassed our thinking.

I remembered a time when our path had been converging.

How we had started out together; hand in hand we had built.

How together, as one, with all problems we had dealt.

But I guess somewhere on the path we forgot to communicate.

We forgot to remember what it is that makes a union great.

Now I am left with things that I’ll never say out aloud to you

Because now on our diverging path; we can only regret and rue.


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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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