Wednesday, 26 March 2008


After years of agonized wait I finally made my kite. It looked like a massive bird with esoteric and mysterious colors and wings. I never intended it to be like that yet, I profusely labored day and night to make it.
My kite, though bereft of strings flew high above the clouds and refused to come down. Everyday, I would watch it over the blue sky and return dejected to my own world of loneliness fearing that the torrential rains and gushing winds would one day, either carry it out to some far off places or maim it. I could never know why my kite never returned back after I set it free over the sky on a day of only hope.