Waves of memory

I sat on the fringes of the Ocean, watching the waves roll over the surface.

I watched the sun dipping in for the night, as waves lapped gently at my feet.

The balmy tropical breeze caressed my upturned face, bringing waves of memory;

Of a time when I had sat like this, at this very same spot, just not alone.


That was a happy time, a time from before when I had been in the company of love.

The memories resurfaced now, unbidden and evoked a wave of raw emotions.

Through hooded lids, hiding moist lashes, I continued to sit & reminisce

Of my love lost to God’s will and not to the vagaries of a relationship.


On this very beach, at this very setting we had said our vows to each other.

Now I was left all alone for he was gone; taken from me by cruel fate.

“Well not all alone,” I thought to myself, running my hand though the sand

as a wave of nausea reminded me of the precious one I carried, in my womb.

Image – Tim Peterson via unsplash

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 (www.rianplacements.com), by passion I am a writer, home chef and a hodophile.

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