The new bride

She walks around the ceremonial fire

In all her finery, in her wedding attire.

Eyes downcast, hooded, shy and coy

Shining with & yet hiding her desire.


Demurely yet assuredly, behind the boy

She walks, her sadness tinged with joy.

Bedecked in gold jewels, attired in yellow

Do unbidden emotions in her heart cloy?


Holding the hand of her chosen fellow

She walks till the fire is muted, is mellow.

Under golden lights of a flowered dome

To the music of the shehnai, like a cello


Out of the mandap & into her new home

The new bride walks, her steps don’t roam.

She pays obeisance to the Gods, she bows

And settles in for life, like the sun at gloam.





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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