Nidhi Katoch blog

It's been almost two years when I last talked to my Little Black Bird. He was quite a part of my walks. I really don't know either he has left me or I've changed. Everything has changed except my life which seems quite in motion like river's water but actually stagnant like the rocks lying below the water. Today I'm missing that little black bird a lot. My Black Bird...  Dear black bird!  Why did you left me?  You were the only one who was like me.  I think your struggle has been ended Or you've left the world !  But you neither came for good bye.  We never know which bid is final bye. I wish there would be an scientific invention,  which could tell us  about future,  hidden feelings could be mentioned.  Dear black bird!  Will you ever return  and perch on this tree,  where you tried to solve scruples and made yourself free.  You promised to come back again and again,  with same old questions under different name.  You've forgotten your friend,  It's alr

I was sitting by the lake watching the birds come and go.  At some distance from me a man was looking at the lake lost in his thoughts. I tried to figure out the emotions behind his cold stare. But obviously I can't stare him for long without looking like a creep. So I decided to return to my thoughts. Wind and water were playing with each other. They were making calm music and it seemed birds were taking part in symphony. I wanted to get lost in their world. I imagined myself as light as feather only to fly freely and calmly settle down on earth. From where a child would pick me up, place me in his palm and again blew me in the air.  Never to come back but to float with wind, to play with water and to settle again in someone's palm or in the lap of earth. I looked again at the direction of that man. This time he turned his head to look at me. He waved his hand and I waved back with a smile. And we kept on sitting there, lost in our own thoughts...