Sonal Singh
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Sonal is passionate about travel and dabbles in writing poetry, blogs and short fictional stories. She believes that life is a repertoire of anecdotes strung together in a colourful array, like a beaded necklace. The various situations that we encounter, the many incidents of every day, make life a melange of tales and conversational tidbits. And, that is what she attempts to capture through her writing.
- The Wanton RainsThe Wanton RainsSonal Singh · 2 min read · 196 readsI decided to call off my romantic tryst; today was just not my day. The wanton Mumbai rains had ensured I did not have my way.Drama
- The RainThe RainSonal Singh · 1 min read · 318 readsIt drips down in a soggy embrace, Leaving a trail in its wake...Abstract
- A Rain Sodden Morn (A Nonet)A Rain Sodden Morn (A Nonet)Sonal Singh · 1 min read · 265 readsThe winds are ominous, Moaning, yelping, and shrieking...Others
- Dance Of The PeacockDance Of The PeacockSonal Singh · 1 min read · 394 readsCocking his head he listens to the breeze, That whispers the message of the heavens.Others
- The Wandering PathThe Wandering PathSonal Singh · 1 min read · 429 readsTo the soft chirping of the, Birds that sing at dawn and dusk...Abstract
- The Wily WindThe Wily WindSonal Singh · 1 min read · 454 readsO wily wind you blow through my parched land and life Igniting emotions and passions, I thought long since deadAbstract
- ParentingParentingSonal Singh · 3 min read · 459 readsFor a child in a custodial struggle, every choice is a loss for she holds both parents equally dear. Ultimately, she helps bring them back together as parenting is but a joint effort.Drama
- The SunsetThe SunsetSonal Singh · 1 min read · 406 readsAnd then one day the sun bled, hot tears like lava And the sunshine cried for her father, her mentor Tormented, they both looked upon beloved Earth She was dying, slowly, painfully.Abstract
- Window To SelfWindow To SelfSonal Singh · 1 min read · 204 readsWhy it is that we do not take a deeper look? Why do we not judge ourselves and our actions more?Others
- My handsMy handsSonal Singh · 1 min read · 307 readsMy hands that God forged as my weapons, have helped me craft my own road. Oh sure! They did get dirty along the way but for me they cleared a path, broad.Drama
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