Nidhi Katoch blog

We were sitting inside the cafe, facing the door. The rain drops were sliding down the glass door. We both were silent or one can say I wasn't in mood of making conversation. Someone entered through that door and also brought the gust of humid air.  'So monsoon has arrived here.', you said in casual tone. I only smiled. The thought of rain itself annoys me. I was born in rainy season. So I'm supposed to love it. But on the contrary I hate it. Although it wasn't the case in childhood. Well today I'll not bore my readers with my childhood stories. 'Why are you so agitated, Nily? The way you are staring outside the door is really scary.' I almost fell from the chair while laughing. 'Now my sudden laugh will make the situation more scary.' I replied with cheerfulness.  'Your ways of suddenly falling silent and suddenly  breaking in to talk makes me scare sometimes. I keep on wondering what's going on inside your head.'  'It's been...

Nily and Niah had gone to their maternal village for holidays. The beautiful village had a stream of water on the east and a river on west. During rainy season the reckless music of waters fills the whole village.  Nily had love for windows since childhood. She always chose the room where nobody sleeps, so that she could look outside the window during night. She used to wake up for hours. The golden light of yellowish electric bulb on the outer wall of her room illuminated the water droplets on grass and surrounded by the moths. She loved how the fireflies came inside her dark room through the little hole in window's net. She had enjoyed the music of night birds and insects, the fragrance of night flowers. She used to laugh with rain and chat with moon. Moon sometime played hide and seek  with clouds and Nily used to say in her mind, "Now moon! hide!, oh! Moon come outside". The moon sometimes acknowledged her commands and sometimes not. But she firmly believed that moon ...

There are always two ways to reach school in the hills, one which is the main road through which all buses and cars go and the other is the short one, through the fields. Nily and Niah, twin sisters usually went to school through the fields. It was the short and safe way, for little girls of eight years, according to their mother because they didn't have to cross the concrete road. Nily and Niah had no problem with that as they could play freely in the fields while going to school and on their way back home. There was a big rock between those terrace fields, under the shade of a mango tree. After school both Nily and Niah used to play there with their schoolmates. They enjoyed catching dragonflies and teasing grazing cows, floating paper boats (obviously from their notebooks) in the nearby water stream. They sometimes sang loudly to disturb people who generally enjoy their noon sleep. They ate raw and ripe mangoes in summer and the rain. When they got tired they rest there fo...

In a small village over the hills there resided a little girl, with her strong will to touch that endless sky. Nily had never boarded a train even after her nineteen years in this planet. For a child of hills, who has never seen an outer world is a real joy. Even the sight of moving train excited her. On a day of late april Nily climbed a rocky slope of a hilly forest of Kangra to board the train. She had heard of this shortcut road from her acquaintance. The hill was nearly 60 km away from her home. The sun had made her skin red and tanned. The trees grass has turned yellow due to summer sun. When Nily reached there, the station had just 17-18 people. And most of them were there to see off their loved ones. The station too was not that big though. She bought ticket for the nearest station to her home that is 8 km from her village. A man in a coat and trouser fascinated her. He was a tall man with grey hair and had a police man for his security. He looked like a man of infl...