the purple kite

When my mom pulled the covers off me this morning(read early-morning),I was still half asleep,and as I am not much of a morning person,I was pretty annoyed at first,but all that seemed to disappear as soon as Maa brought me a delight-ably yummy cup of hot chocolate.My romance with life continued because as I rose up from my bed,and went to my window,with the cup in my hand,to sit down, a pretty sight greeted me,the neighbor girl was on the roof with her brother,flying a brilliantly striped PURPLE KITE in the pristine blue February sky.


EYES WIDE OPEN!!!


There was something really rejuvenating about the whole thing,I just stared on,as the kite soared in the early morning wind.It kept on rising,until,it was a small dot.immediately I finished my cup,and went over there with my camera,just to capture the moment.I was pretty happy with the picture I got,and while looking at it,in my laptop screen,long after the morning had passed,something struck me.


Kites,or 'GHURI' as they call them here in Bengal,have something really inspirational and awe-inspiring about them.Well...before going further,I must add,that I can't fly a kite,even to save my life,but growing up in sub-urban Calcutta(yes,Calcutta),I know the sense of passion people down here attach,with flying kites.

Staring down at the picture in my laptop screen,I couldn't help but notice the parallel that can be drawn with flying a kite and life itself.Growing up as a kid I could never understand why people had such a craze about flying a piece of paper but over the years,I realized that a kite is not merely just a piece of paper,in fact it is lot more..It is symbolic of the eternal human desire to fly,it provides wings to the person's soul to soar up above the daily troubles of life and fly high.When the kite catches the great easterly and rises up,you sense a thrill of anticipation yourself,as if you are rising along with it.

I remember back then in my teenage days,I sometimes used to spend my entire afternoon just gazing up at the sky and watch those pretty colorful dots,soar up,gracefully.Staring at those flying kites almost took your mind off to a different world all-together,a world without any worries or limits,a world without boundaries where you feel a sense of freedom watching those independent dots waltz to the tune of the blowing breeze.Your heart dances gleefully at the sight of them and you suddenly find yourself,SMILING.

It was a lazy spring afternoon,and I was engrossed in my thoughts while my eyes was fixed at the picture that i had just clicked.The silence was broken when Maa called out for lunch.As I glanced over by my bedside table,I saw the clock indicating that it was 10 past 2 in the afternoon.My room was filled with bright sunlight coming through the open window,and as I went up to it,I realized the roof was empty.The girl and her brother where no-where to be seen,neither was the kite.


The roof was EMPTY!!!


I came back and sat by my bed,Maa called me again, and as I looked to hibernate my laptop,I found her.There she was,flying the kite,right in front of me.A smile came to my lips.Somehow I really loved the picture.I took one last view and put my computer to sleep.I just wondered if she would be there again,when my computer woke-up.

Something told me, SHE WOULD.

I managed a smile again..:)