Nidhi Katoch blog

 If I could be a child again,  I would dance in rain which I've always hated for no reason sane. I know you would say,  you can do it now, but hey!  you're the also one who love to picked up on me and slay my plans, dreams, I know your dirty plays.  If I could be child again,  I would tell my friend I never hated him/her,  I just had to go ahead,  My decisions were more firm,  than the relationships,  It might be true the strings were loose from my side But there's a lot you did hide.  If I could be child again,  I would tell myself It's okay to be angry, it's okay to cry with the passage of time tears would dry.  If I could be child again,  I would tell her to forgive everyone, who did right or wrong,  Life is all about forgiveness, Thus become a happy song.  I don't know why we have never been taught to forgive others and most importantly ourselves. We're always asked to compete and run. In this race we of...

 "We've reached, madam.", said my cabby. I opened my heavy eyelids and look outside but all I could see were the window panes covered with dew. It was a cold January morning. I glanced at my mobile to know the time. It was showing at 7:00 AM. My legs were cold and my feet were numb inside my boots. I had to make the decision, the time had come. I wasn't sure if I was ready for that or not. I didn't know what came to my mind and drew a smiley on the dewy pane. I could see a few figures moving around, Two feminine in red and blue jackets and three masculine in greys and blacks. I also saw a man roaming around and three lambs following him and waging their tails, feeding on wet brown grass. "He must be local", I thought to myself. I asked my driver to have tea from a nearby shop and wait for me until I came back. The only shop whose owner was kind enough to come at this cold hour of the morning to serve many other lost people like me. I carried my backpack ...

I'm a stone on the road,  Without appreciation and value I have been lying here.  They come to me,  take refuge over me,  Shed their tears here,  and the anger, mean.  Their names written over my head to toe, I carry their drought,  snow and storm.  When they get summer,  spring and rain,  I'm again become a stone lying on road, in vain.  I'm a snag on a path,  Useful to make graveyards  but again not needed,   for this they have their hearts.   I'm not a total waste,   Kids play around me,   sing the birds,   wildflowers smile through my cracks,   I'm a stone,   lying happily on a hill track.     

 Reading is one of my favorite hobby and the situation around the world has contributed more to this hobby. In 2020 I explored more Indian literature. It's always difficult to list favorite books but still here are few recommendations from my side that you should definitely check out if you love reading: 1. Once upon a Curfew by Srishti Chaudhary This book is based on 1970's Delhi. The story revolves around protagonist named Indu who happened to share her real or full name with erstwhile Prime Minister of India, Smt. Indira Gandhi. The book caputres problems faced by Indu to set up a library for women, the constant fight between her emotions for Rana (Indu's romantic interest) and her fiancee (whom she barely knows), declaration of National Emergency, how Rana and his friend Fawad mysteriously disappeared during emergency and Rana's sudden appearance after an year.   Will Indu and Rana be together?  To know all that you have to read this book.   2. G...