Makara Sankranti is a harvest festival celebrated all over India called by different names in different states.. Bihu, Lohri, Pongal. One of the traditions of this festival is flying kites. This is specially very popular in the state of Gujarat. While the actual reason behind this may be many, for me it signifies the color and vibrance that life begins to exude with the coming of harvest seasons with its different hues.
Today a few people in my neighborhood took to this and came searching for a missing kite in my backyard. This prompted me to go to my terrace and watch them as they immersed in this act of pure joy.The last i remember flying one myself was several years back on the Chennai beaches, braving the gusty winds along the seaside, trying to control its flight in vain.
Soaring in the wind, knowing no bounds
Lifting my spirit , inviting me to tag along.
Gliding with the breeze, dangling its tail
Dancing as it rises ,The kite seems to have a mind of its own.
The invisible thread guiding it among the winds
Is holding me too, As I soak in the limitless joy it brings.
Sometimes it goes up, sometimes it twirls down
The hand
behind it managing it for so long
Reminding me to play along.
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