Nidhi Katoch blog

  I'm sitting alone in this living room.  It's nearly 11:15 pm. Fan is on and I can hear it's mechanical sound. I'm sitting on red couch with coffee on its edge and a book which I'm currently reading. The wedding invitation (which I didn't attend obviously) card placed on the table fly for few seconds by blow of fan and has been finally settled on floor.  I get up to place card again on table and use sanitizer bottle as paper weight.  My imagination has really stopped working. All I can see when I open or close my  eyes is this sanitizer bottle. I don't want to write about these masks and sanitizers but for how long can I keep them away from my writings. How hard it has become to think about the life before masks! How much hard... When you can't even pretend your are happy. Even imagination has been spoiled now. Let's just not think about this. May be I'll read my book and drink another cup (don't think I'm caffeine addict). I can drink c

Bus is on fast pace. It has left the plain scenery behind and entered in hilly landscape. Trees and buildings seem to run. Running far from me, like everyone-everything else. What if flying hand comes and fall on my lap without its body! What a silly thought! I pushed this thought aside immediately. My attention is caught sometimes by terrace fields, sometimes by noise of the people, sometimes by height of mountains. With the change of scenery my thoughts are also changing. Also, thanks to roads, I'm bouncing from one thought to another like a rubber ball.  Snow clad mountains don't fascinate me anymore. I don't like the cold, fresh air, serenity and calmness. I think it's my heart which is cold. Why did I decide to come back here? I'm regretting my decision now. What else can I do now? I just have to move with flow or with bus! And here comes the rain. Now it will become very cold here. I hate cold that's why I decided to come in summers. But these are mountain