Nidhi Katoch blog

Do you know  I still haven't deleted  all the recordings and grocery lists. I still have the total  of colors and paints.  Do you know  it's not that easy  to break the shackles. Oh! How much I envy those people  who are so comfortable in them  and often adore them as ornaments. Do you know  I still haven't forgotten  your eyes glimmering  with hopes and smiles. In the middle of conversations  I start to think about you dear  A sudden jerk makes  my heart skip a beat. An illusion, you want me  to wear the color of butterflies and flowers, where the space is filled with songs and dance, Where the waters are smooth  Breeze soothes  our bodies and minds  Where we are together  and happily travel. Again a jerk or roar  illusion is over  And closed is your door.  

I picked up my backpack and started my journey. Destination unknown. I never like to plan my trips much because planned trips often fail (a well-known fact). 'I can decide it while taking the bus.', I almost blurted. The moving bus, labyrinthine roads, an open window, a baby's squeals, and a mixture of different dialects and languages of unending conversations. Nothing makes sense during traveling in public vehicles except everyone is heading to some place, their place, and will get lost in this crowded world, in their world. I was welcomed by a clouded grey sky with a hint of blue in its canvas. It's the warmth of the snow that made me fight the turbulence of my heart. Soon the night would fall and I'd again creep back to bed with my book. I didn't know why I had traveled this far if the only thing I wanted to do is to read in peace. I heard two crows conversing with each other from their respective trees. 'Why can't they both just perch together to hav