The new bride & Holi

A bright splash of yellow on the face,

The vermilion & purple, struggling to keep pace.

Eyes that are filled with mischief and joy;

The lips that smile, tentative and coy.

 

Oh! What a wondrous picture they evoke

Of a new bride that festive Holi does provoke.

Tantalizing her to come out and play,

To not spend time in the kitchen that day.

 

Shyly she hides behind the potted plant,

Trying to avoid her Mother-in law’s rant.

She spies her husband near a colorful mound

Oh Lord! She sighs, don’t entice; turn me around.


Image – Shubham Bochiwal via unsplash

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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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