What does hope look like?

Have you ever sat in the calm of the morning and taken in a sunrise?
Have you ever hummed a Melody that lifted your spirits right up?
Have you ever, in moments of despair, felt a gentle touch, a soft pat?
Have you ever, when you had lost faith, felt guided and shown the path?
My friend, if you have experienced any or all of the above,
If you have been to the brink of nothing and pulled back,
If you were able to stand at a threshold and  decide your path;
Then rest assured, for you know what hope feels and looks like.
Hope is not just a feeling, it is an emotional catharsis.
It is a therapeutic herb that soothes our frayed nerves.
It is a blessed boon that holds us when we are falling apart.
It is a tenet, a belief, a Creed that guides in our darkest moments.
So my friend, if you ask me if I have seen hope, what it looks like?
I would say, it is the sunrise every morning, the warmth of which I bask in.
It is the languid breeze of the day that cools and steals my sweaty defeat.
It is the twinkling stars of the night that wink be into restful slumber.
Yes! that is what hope looks like to me..
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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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