Sonal Singh On Sonal's Table

His days became my battle, His nights became my war I held his hand throughout as he tried to leave, go far. Lovingly I held on to him. I was unwilling to let him go. My moist eyes implored. Yet, no emotion did he show.   It happened without warning. …

For as far as my eye could see, cerulean waters lapped Under a clear azure sky filled with a few cottony puffs of clouds. The coral white sand, soft and beguiling like a nymph’s touch, Was littered with shells of all sizes, shapes and colors.   My eyes opened to …

From across the road, our eyes met that summer. We both took the same bus. She took it to work and I took it back from work. Our timings on and off the bus were the only thing that coincided. That and our eyes which coincidentally met as she boarded …