Nidhi Katoch blog

I tried to write few verses or sentences but words didn't pop in my head. I wanted to write and tell so many things but words didn't form a understandable and socially acceptable sentence. It felt like the ink in my pen had been frozen. To add to the gloom sun wasn't up. If someone asks me what I don't like about winters, I would say rising of sun after 8 or 9 in the morning. I knew that I won't be able to write this morning again. So, I decided to leave my diary at peace. I walked out of the house nearly 11 of the morning. I came out of the gate and a stray cat ran inside another gate. 'There are so many cats here',I heard myself saying. I walked across the park saw two boys playing badminton in purely wrong way. 'Those teenagers might be brothers. ', I said in my head while observing their facial similarities.  I crossed the park and move ahead to road. Don't know for how many times I'd passed through this road. I walked in fast pace, which...

 If I could be a child again,  I would dance in rain which I've always hated for no reason sane. I know you would say,  you can do it now, but hey!  you're the also one who love to picked up on me and slay my plans, dreams, I know your dirty plays.  If I could be child again,  I would tell my friend I never hated him/her,  I just had to go ahead,  My decisions were more firm,  than the relationships,  It might be true the strings were loose from my side But there's a lot you did hide.  If I could be child again,  I would tell myself It's okay to be angry, it's okay to cry with the passage of time tears would dry.  If I could be child again,  I would tell her to forgive everyone, who did right or wrong,  Life is all about forgiveness, Thus become a happy song.  I don't know why we have never been taught to forgive others and most importantly ourselves. We're always asked to compete and run. In this race we of...

 "We've reached, madam.", said my cabby. I opened my heavy eyelids and look outside but all I could see were the window panes covered with dew. It was a cold January morning. I glanced at my mobile to know the time. It was showing at 7:00 AM. My legs were cold and my feet were numb inside my boots. I had to make the decision, the time had come. I wasn't sure if I was ready for that or not. I didn't know what came to my mind and drew a smiley on the dewy pane. I could see a few figures moving around, Two feminine in red and blue jackets and three masculine in greys and blacks. I also saw a man roaming around and three lambs following him and waging their tails, feeding on wet brown grass. "He must be local", I thought to myself. I asked my driver to have tea from a nearby shop and wait for me until I came back. The only shop whose owner was kind enough to come at this cold hour of the morning to serve many other lost people like me. I carried my backpack ...

Nights in hills are so dark and silent that you can feel scared with the rustle of leaves. It always happens that you are wandering alone in night and suddenly bamboos come in mood of talk. And their shrill talk easily makes you feel uneasy! Why on the earth they have to talk at this hour when all other trees sleep silently.  When you move further then howling of fox add music to the song of cicadas. Sometimes dogs also sing their sad Raagas at night which you can sometimes confuses with that of foxes if you're immature to the rules of hills.  If you are lucky enough you'll get to listen the cries of cats. Old people say crying of cat is bad omen. How can this be bad when they are just asking their partners to spend night with them. Well, after destroying your night sleep these cats come to your house, in the morning, with their innocent meow and you forgive them!  Then, comes the hooting of owl, song of cuckoo and other nocturnal birds. Few sing to attract mate, few as a...

It was an early winter morning. I took a walk over the hill that I use to see from the window of my room. My mind was clouded with thoughts of future like the mist concealed the pines and oaks in her arms. The face of sun had been veiled by the clouds. The melody of water spring and the voice of nightingale spreaded all over the mountains. There came shepherds and their flock who had made their way to the lower hills. The chilling wind started playing with my hair. Some birds were still in their habitats, while some had already flied to the warmer place. Pine's branches moved slowly and slowly as if he was speaking with his brothers cedar and oak in secret language of silence. The road was narrow and the fresh pour of dew during the dawn had made it more slippery. My agitated heart started singing... I'm sitting by the cascade water beneath, The thoughts of upcoming winters are haunting me. Would the walls of my heart able to fight cold winds, Would my body resist  ...

I'm walking on this vale with the cool breeze, Listening to the sound of cicadas and the humming bees. Why am I sitting alone by the water spring, Thinking of you as the birds sing. The sun, the earth and their separation, Adoring each other in my imagination. The feeling of despair and isolation, Memories of you and this wait making my heart ache. Wondering about our fate and trying to keep myself warm, Waiting for you to come and hold me in your soul and arms.