Prayag Raj

At the confluence of two mighty rivers,
Stands a city tall and proud.
With roots steeped in ancient India
It struggles to embrace today.

The fort on the river bears testimony
To the battles fought
It stands in derelict neglect by the river
Saluting the bygone.

Sentinel-like the Akshayavat spreads
A reminder of the gory past.
Overlooking the city and sacred ghat’s
Of my beloved Prayag Raj.

Image – Sonal singh

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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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