Nidhi Katoch blog

 Hey readers, It's been a while since I posted something here. I have a lot to tell but I can't find the courage and words to express myself. Life has been very cruel for the past few years to me. It still is. But as they say, Show must Go on. I'm moving. Moving or trying to adjust to the blow of winds and the flow of streams in the realm of life. Because of these circumstances neither I read something nor wrote something. Today while sitting under the sun I scribbled a few words on my notepad which I'm sharing today. Hope you'll enjoy this. I'm not sure if I really want anybody to enjoy this piece. But here we are... I try to find your image by looking into the mirror  I'm not your copy neither like you Why? What's wrong if I want to see a glimpse of you  in my face? I try to find you in the mist I'm jealous of mist's capability to hug each and everything  Mist can reach to you It can become a cloud and might be dissolved in you to become rain.

Who is with Aman? Whenever something bad happens Aman reminds himself that he can rise like a Phoenix. But for how long could he hold his tears? That child in him did not cry when he was left alone to deal with the world. That child in him didn't cry when suddenly all his choices depleted and he had to make peace with whatever was left in his little pockets. Aman has seen turning rainbows into ashes. But he never cried. Never. Aman was that abandoned child whose foster parents had once promised to always keep their blessings on him but now they've turned their faces. All his life Aman thought that he has their back.  But, in reality, he was just a way to pacify the ego of his foster parents. Aman's achievements were not making them proud but only satisfying them that their money is not wasted as they did waste on their children and their greedy relatives. After all other's kids could never become their own. Aman thought that one of them surely loves him. Thought or told