Those paper planes


In the lanes of nostalgia,

In some dark depths, and

Those spaces of my mind,

That I often scrounge in,

I found a few paper planes.



Soiled by the dust of time,

Trodden upon by age,

Their once smooth edges

Torn and dog-eared,

They lay there scattered.



Wedged between crevices

Or hidden behind nooks;

Floating in slushy puddles

They remained, just about,

Much like my memories.

Image – Reza Rostampisheh via

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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