Those months – Eight!

One day she woke up, found herself bald
Oh how she cried, she sobbed, she bawled
Her lustrous tresses were gone, you know
For a hair transplant, the doctor said – No.

Cancer robbed her, left her feeling so weak
It happened suddenly, like just last week.
One day she was fine, just had a dull pain
The next day, she slumped against the pane.

The glass broke, shattered piece by piece
From that moment on, she had no peace.
Weak and nauseous she sunk into a hole
But her kin rallied, supported her whole

To be depressed, she was not all allowed
Gradually health returned; spoke aloud
Instead of just picking at food, she ate
Cancer she beat after months eight.

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Sonal Singh

Sonal Singh is the Founder/Director of a manpower search firm called Rian Placements. She dabbles in travel and writing. 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, this is what she attempts to capture through her writing.

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