Nidhi Katoch blog

 Dear Aman, I'm writing to you and it's again 3 in the morning or the night. Aman, did you pick up your paintbrushes last night? Why? Because it snowed here. I witnessed the snowfall again on this hill. When the people wake up they will again carry on with their day thinking that it won't snow here anymore. It does, but they are mostly not awake. I saw the fox passing by, it stood for a while to look at me but I think I wasn't of any interest to it. It is always late at night when one sees miracles of nature. Well, when it comes to me I'm always outdoors, you know it right? A house, bamboo, and tea garden in front of that orphaned house. Do you still live there? Why do we have so much attachment to things, places or people? Look at me, so far away, still thinking about you. I tried to detangle the bunch of rice lights but in vain. There's a knock at the door, maybe from a friend. He will change the date of the calendar and then will move to the kitchen. I know o...

It was another day of my solo travel. I entered the cafe with my muddy boots and ordered myself a coffee. I rested my backpack on one chair and sat on another as if I was dating my backpack. Which is kind of true. I started to flip the pages of my book. Soothing music was playing in the background. The aroma of coffee was everywhere. It was quite early in the morning. There was no other customer there. I looked at the old dusty window panes. They were trodden like a heart filled with regret. We spend our whole life thinking that what if life was another way round? Whether it's regret or disappointment with life. It's difficult to decode the cryptic messages life sends to us. I think those who can understand each signal of life are saints and may become gods someday. But I have currently no mood for leaving my human side. Perfection is never gonna be celebrated. At least by me. I'm not sure about others. My thoughts were interrupted by a clang on the door. Another traveller ...

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...

I was sitting by the lake watching the birds come and go.  At some distance from me a man was looking at the lake lost in his thoughts. I tried to figure out the emotions behind his cold stare. But obviously I can't stare him for long without looking like a creep. So I decided to return to my thoughts. Wind and water were playing with each other. They were making calm music and it seemed birds were taking part in symphony. I wanted to get lost in their world. I imagined myself as light as feather only to fly freely and calmly settle down on earth. From where a child would pick me up, place me in his palm and again blew me in the air.  Never to come back but to float with wind, to play with water and to settle again in someone's palm or in the lap of earth. I looked again at the direction of that man. This time he turned his head to look at me. He waved his hand and I waved back with a smile. And we kept on sitting there, lost in our own thoughts... 

We were sitting in nearby park. The place where I usually spent my evenings while I was in that city. City where I experienced freedom for the first time. Freedom always brings responsibilities. Being a person who has been carrying the burden of responsibilities since childhood I wasn't afraid. It was difficult to live in a place, which you hardly know, without a friend, without a family whom I hadn't met since the day they left. But I was strong, I was content and might be happy! I was going through a turmoil when you clicked this picture. I didn't want you to leave. I didn't want to cry though my eyes were moist. You knew I always smile at the camera even when I'm sad.  "Hey! Look at the camera. " You said.  But I didn't. I didn't want you to capture my sadness. So I turned back without saying anything.  Kid from a well settled family was playing with the child of his househelp. They were giggling, rolling themselves on grass, holding each other...

I was sitting on the wooden roof of the cafe, trying to comprehend the meaning of my life. I heard a human voice from the sky and looked upward. While paragliding people looked like birds flying in the sky, as if they own the sky. As humans we always want to fly, free and wild. To break my chain of thoughts and to amuse myself, I started observing others in the cafe. A group of teenage girls was occupied in gossiping. "Why can't they just sit and enjoy the scenery? ", I remarked. A man in his early twenties, with a camera in his hands, was clicking pictures of hills. " A fine, sunny day to take pictures, but what's the use of beautifying something that is already beautiful? " I said in my mind, "But that's not of my concern. I'm doing the same thing here judging others and ignoring beauty. " I could feel the sting of jealous and contempt in my thoughts.  Mid day sun was up and it's warmth melted the snow settled in my heart. Two childre...

Who is friend  Who is foe, Where they come from Where they go? Sugarcoated lies And backbiting, Smiling face  And backstabbing. From where do they  get this behaviour and for why  they become coward instead of warrior? Is it ever possible to get a true friend in this competitive world of showoff trend?