Pink castles

The pink castles that I built

In the liberated air of childhood

Crumbled with my maturity.

 

Their facades cracked,

And the once magnificent edifices

Fell as loose rubble.

 

They could not bear the onslaught,

The terrible travesty of time

And succumbed.

 

Much like me!

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 (www.rianplacements.com), by passion I am a writer, home chef and a hodophile.

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