Fortitude

 

In the spaces between hope and yearning

Somewhere far and beyond the scope of reality

Is born the first tenuous sapling of fortitude.

A dainty thing, tiny and delicate as a bud,

It unfurls and invades the vacant realm

Of dreams.

 

There it waits in patient somnolence,

Gaining strength and testing its confidence.

Bit by bit, far removed from the treacherous

And malevolent emotions of doubt and hate,

It grows with the support of the tiny shreds

Of hope.

 

Image Credit – Vanessa Chiu

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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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