KITE RUNNER RUNNETH NOT!

17th day of September was overcast from morning. It was depressing to accept that it would be all rain and no “bhno-katta” kite flying! But God planned it otherwise. At afternoon it was good news! The grey patches in the sky made way for some pale blue! A whimsical wind was blowing. Perfect weather for soaring high with kites! I rushed after lunch to the terrace. Though not a great flier, I love to glue my eyes at the colourful kites battling with each other and scaring away the crows. As I looked up, my heart sank! I saw an almost empty sky. The crows were flying without threat. The familiar sound made by the kite and the wind was hardly audible. Kids were busy in the streets, not to hunt for fallen kites but to hurry for their evening tuitions! I knew I would witness this. Yet I deluded myself with a hope of miracle! Perhaps the gloomy sky was not as depressing as the solitary one!