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Kite... behind the roaming soul

Coloured paper born kites fly high... as if a craze for touching the blue. Thread moves and expert hands directs the moves... kites flows with wind carrying the heart of one who holds the thread....

 

Coloured kites stole my heart .My heart flies like the kites high above. The blue sky..smooth breeze..sunny day ..and the kites.A combination. Roaming in the air like a kite is what every people desires. I too float in the imaginary world like a kite forever.

 
 

In my childhood days sky was filled with coloured kites. The cost of kite was very low. One can make a kite from news paper also. In my Shillong days I was the helper of my owner's son Apu in preparing MANJA for the thread of the kite. Manja was the tiny glass particle n glue. Manja thead can easily cut another kite's thread and makes the owner a winner.

 
 

During my senior secondary days I love to get hold of kite and prayed for one to fall over our 2nd floor roof. And it happens... Ah! I can still feel the touch of paper kite even today. Mind also roamed along with the kite.

 
 

When I lay back at noon over my bed my eyes searched kites through window frame. The moment eyes discover a kite - red or yellow or whatever...eyes only followed its track. Now a days kite festivals nourishes the kite. But those bornfree kites are rare in the sky.

 
Story by
Karabi Kakoti

A Mother, an Artist, a Poet, a Writer and an avid Dreamer… One who paint words and translates...

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