Nidhi Katoch blog

वहाँ कौन है तेरा मुसाफिर जाएगा कहाँ  ( Loose translation : Who is out there for you oh traveler! where will you go?) is being played in the neighborhood. Sunrays fall over my face. The refined heat passes through the window pane. I can see the shadow vapors rising through my hair drenched in dew. Soaking my hands and feet in my share of sunlight. I wish my thoughts could transpire like this dew on this window sill or could merge with other drops to become a coherent thought. A lot happens but nothing happens. When nothing happens a lot happens inside your mind. दम ले ले घड़ी भर ये छइयाँ पाएगा कहाँ ( better take a breath here where will you find this cool shade again) I want to convey this to my thoughts and ask them to take some rest. Lucky are those who can ask their brain to not think anything at a moment. I don't know if this thing even exists. If exists, it must be in the transcendent state. Even if I might be able to put my thoughts on hold, where is my cool shade? I...

The body dissolved in the air, skies cried, A little kitten came here looking for her, But she doesn't  live here anymore. Blurry view, Misty vision. They say she is free now like the flow of the river  They forget even the  the flow of the river can be directed  to another direction  with the force for some time. It's impossible to stop those  who reach the clouds  through the medium of fire. Now only fireflies hover over  night blooming jasmine.