Sonal Singh On Sonal's Table

She was a shy creature. Always hiding behind her mother’s skirts & peeping out of curtains. She could not understand the language of humans. She preferred the company of butterflies, birds and nature to that of children her age. The other children called her slow, even retarded at times. They …

I sat where it is birthed, the mighty Ganges As it spews forth from the mountain ranges The waters were white & crystal clear, After being released from mother Earth’s lair. The vista was surreal, with scenic hue changes. The river sprang forth in splendorous form Breaking many an age …

Like the proverbial phoenix, from her ashes she arose What would you call such a woman – Kali, Durga or more? Bathed in translucence, from the fire that burned within, She stepped off of her pyre and breathed in her strength. He thought he had slain her for she had …