B h o o o o – k a a t t e e e e e e y!!

 

First the flight :-

The kite soared slowly towards the blue sky, riding on the cool breeze from the river. It climbed up, up and up, knowing that the string is in firm control of that hand that’s flying it. Knowing that the string is also tied securely to the reel. With the air on its delicate paper wings, it soared high into the sky to challenge those birds. Those bird, that one day mocked at the flimsy paper for its wish to fly. Now here he was, among the clouds, steady and watching down onto the vast city, the roof tops and the coconut trees, the mango grove and that little girl with a rough Chinese cut hair, with world of dream in her eyes; crinkled and with the shade of the hand blocking the sunlight. She watches it with amaze, and the right end of her lips curls up in a absent minded smile.

 

 

Then, up for grabs :-

Just when the kite was preparing for the final surge, the reel of string went blank; there were no more. And the string was not attached. The hand that flew, unaware, gave that mighty pull to sent it dashing skywards and saw helplessly the end of the string slipping out of his hand. The kite was guideless. Slowly it started to swing and fall and fly away aimlessly. All those greedy eyes, which were watching it with envy sparkled with joy. “B-h-o-o-o-o-o-o K-a-a-a-t-t-e-e-e-y!” – they all went up in chorus, and ran behind helplessly falling piece of paper. The girl also looked at it with horror. The piece of paper that she thought to be dream is soon going to be snatched. Hands and sticks and all sorts of tools went skywards; it’s a free for all, to grab it and own it, at any cost.

 

It was brief, as the torture ended; the grabbing hands dispersed; the silent eyes below the fringed hairs on the forehead looked at the remains of delicate colored paper, which a few moments back was her dream, proudly soaring up there; beaconing to take her to the cloud land. She picked up a few pieces, carefully removed the dust, sat down beside her toy house, and carefully wrapped it around her doll. Tilting her head a bit, she looked at it adoringly. As she wiped the sparkling drop of water from the corner of her eyes, she finally managed a careless smile. She still has a few pieces of her dream, and it will be safe in her doll house, forever. She might not be able to ride her dream kite, but will remember it for one day it gave her the hope to soar to hr dreamland.

 

Or :-

Just when the kite was preparing for the final surge, the reel of string went blank; there were no more. And the string was not attached. The hand that flew, unaware, gave that mighty pull to sent it dashing skywards and saw helplessly the end of the string slipping out of his hand. The kite was guideless. Slowly it started to swing and fall and fly away aimlessly. It was flying so high that no eyes ever got trained on it. Only a few, as they knew it was there from the beginning, and they shouted, “B-h-o-o-o-o-o-o K-a-a-a-t-t-e-e-e-y!” It was only a jeer, as they knew its out of reach, they didn’t bother to run after. The kite looked down at a pair of eyes, which now were filled with horror. She ran behind it, with arm towards the sky. But it was too late! The wind was high, and the kite was too far. She ran and ran and ran and saw helplessly as the kite disappeared behind the wall of clouds, forever. Teary eyed she ran a few more steps and then was lost in thought about that dream land above the clouds, where rain has her abode. She remembered, the kite whispered to her, just before it went up in his journey – “Will you come with me?”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Someone asked, “So what? What’s the difference between today and yesterday? Is there any?” For the uninitiated, there is none. But for those who know – its “B-h-o-o-o-k-a-t-t-t-e-e-e-y!” nothing more than that.

 

 

12 responses to “B h o o o o – k a a t t e e e e e e y!!

  1.  my god … your writing seem to have much more metaphorical than ever before .. and anyways .. realisticaly speaking if one runs after a falling kite loking skywards would nt one get lost or fall down??
     na mane ekta kotha bolaam … ragish na..

  2. hmmm…..
     
    ar kichhu likhte parchi na je……
     
    Bhalo theko…
     
    Love,
    Minerva

  3. bhalo!😛

  4. Okay, pardon me for that crappy comment.
     
    This was good.
    Really.

  5. Amazingly expressed…

  6. I am reminded of a ghazal here…don\’t know why?
     
    It goes like \’mili hawaon mein udne ki yu saza yaaron, ki mein zameen ke rishton se kat gaya yaaron.\’

  7. Indro,
    I am back after a long time and just opening ur page and seeing this blog is …
    i dont have any words to describe…
    simply amazing…..fell in love with the post….and blogging once again…
    tc

  8. The only time I flew a kite was when I was 8 or something on Rakshabandhan when my cuz forced me to hold that frail piece of string and I gazed at the kite\’s tail going farther and farther away…
     
    I jumped up and down in glee and clapped my hands and let go of the string-sorta like your story but with a comic twist……ummmm :PPPP
     
    LOLolol
     
    Ur writings always make me so nostalgic…
     
     

  9. as alws Horus dreams dreams of past, present and future..very beautiful
     
    hw have u been rainmate?
    cheers

  10. looks like everyone is hibernating…

  11. dada,
    i loved ur verses on monsoon\’s blog… were amazing🙂

  12. thank you for coming.🙂

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