Fly high in the sky

Another one of the many firsts I have been having these days. I learnt how to fly a kite. Had never done it before. Thanks to my dear teacher C who it seems is on a mission to make me try new stuff. We did it for 2 days. First day the air was totally still. No matter how much we tried, the kite would no go up. C had to go up the water tank to take the kite to some height.

The second day was mast. There was the lovely breeze characteristic of Bangalore evenings. I tried my hand at the Purple one and managed to get it stuck in the overhead wires. The next Big Black one was much better and stable. So it was easier to manage. C’s friend and his friend’s friend also joined us. This one went high up in the sky. Whenever one of us would not be able to handle the swooping and falling of the kite we would promptly yell for C to rescue it. High point of the day – I brought the Big Black one down slowly and steadily and it was so perfect that it landed straight in my hands!

The next was a Colourful Plastic one with a cute tail. It took its time to go up. But when it did, it just went up, up and away……it went so high that all the string was used up. It was a beautiful sight. You could see the string for some distance and then it vanished and long way ahead was a tiny speck of the Colourful one wagging its tail as if enjoying the journey among the clouds.

Watching a flying kite makes me thoughtful. Our lives are so much like Kites. We fly away as the winds of our lives and careers take us; we stay there floating in the success and glory for all to see; all the time tied and supported by our roots. Sometimes we break off and fly away. But mostly in the end we return back to the ground, our roots, our values, our family.