Nidhi Katoch blog

It's around 6 o clock in the morning. Sun hasn't risen yet. It can rise any time soon. I'm sipping my morning coffee on the terrace while the jamun's leaves are swaying happily. A family has come to live inside the leaves of this tree and I hear them chatting every morning. My book is resting on my lap and I'm in no mood of picking it up today. I can hear peacocks somewhere far. Other birds have also started chirruping. I get up and stand by the railing to look down the street. A family of four is going for the morning walk. Sometimes I wonder what will happen in their life. Whenever we meet a stranger on a bus or anywhere, I usually wonder where are they going. How will their life be different from mine? A little squirrel has come down from the tree and is now crossing the road like a king. The street cat is still napping on the top of someone's car. Sometimes I wish I was that cat. Part of me wants to form bonds and take a new step in my life while a part of m

After a long walk on June morning, I decided to rest under the shade of pines. I tied my hair in a bun as they were soaked in sweat. 'The cool shade of pines', I said under my breath. My twin joined me after some time and sat with me. We were chatting about how weird the weather is here, we feel so cold in the shade that a sweatshirt is required and the sun is so hot that we tend to sweat in tank tops. An old lady, a native of a nearby village, might be coming toward us. Her toothless lips curled up in a smile. There was shine in her wrinkled -sunburnt cheeks. She started to sing, 'ठंडी ठंडी हवा चलदी झुल्दे चिला दे डारू... ( Loose translation : with the playful pine leaves there blows a cool calming breeze). She looked at us as if wanted us to complete her song. This song wasn't new to us. Every kid from Himachal knows it. There are so many memories related to these folk songs. I could only smile at her. I tried to sing but the lyrics just stuck inside my throat. They w