Nidhi Katoch blog

Under the lamp post of the park, I saw two kids playing, doing rounds of it. About fifteen years ago this lamp post was brought here, to this park. Since then it has witnessed a lot. It has smeared itself in the color of Holi, bathed in rain, basked in the winter sun, covered itself under the bedsheet of snow, burned like charcoal in summer, and become a source of light for someone on Diwali. This lamp post always let the moths fly around it during the night. It took pity on them as those tiny moths might not be there tomorrow even after a few hours but the lamp post will remain there. Sometimes it serves as a resting point for birds, sometimes as a meeting point for lovers, and sometimes just a pole to make rounds like the kids doing right now.  This lamp post keeps an eye on everyone around. Everyone knows it's there but nobody acknowledges its presence. Is it even possible for nonliving things to stare? But few kids say that this lamp post stares back. It is always surrounded by

I was scrolling through social media when I realized I have started to use this little device much more than I used to in the past few months.  Some thoughts feel relevant at that moment but then with the passing days, weeks, or months, they start to lose relevance. Sometimes even after a few moments. Maybe they were not relevant at all. Is it okay if you pour them out? Is it okay to speak your mind? I'm even afraid to express them in my diary, I feel that these blank pages will judge me. I know it's ridiculous to think like this. But thoughts are thoughts. You just can't push them aside or dump them in the dustbin. To distract myself, I picked up my coffee mug from the table and threw the content of the remaining coffee in the sink. Flipped pages of a book that I'm currently reading. Useless flipping. Sometimes nothing interests me. Maybe today is that day. Day of nothingness. Day of sunlight with dew settled in heart. Half-read book stares at my face with longing eyes