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

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 (, by passion I am a writer, home chef and a hodophile.

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