Nobody tells you to do it, its not a ritual , so you dont annoy any diety if you dont perform it , neither will the elders get angry , yet today evening , gazing at the sky from my balcony , I see hundreds of colors , colors of kites - kites flying high , a symbol of independence .
It happens every year,without any facebook updats , or tweets , thousands of people , from old to young , from those living in studios to those in Jhuggis - with their eyes on the sky to gaze as high as they can.
Seeing this gave me that feeling in the heart , feeling of being proud , to feel that I couldn't have been born in any place better.From the golguppas , that I cant live without , to the beautiful sarees and patialas that I love wearing , from having known people I call Bhaijaan to Dada , from eating mangoes to the bhutta with nimbu & namak , for the chuski to jam packed roads when India won the world cup , at india gate ,to every time I see my dad and brother wearing their uniform and to every time I listen to Vande matram , I love being an Indian .
A smile comes on my face , my thought trail is broken as a kite lands in front of me , though a game , it made me a little sad to see that even when god has given space for everyone to fly high , what is the need to cut and bring anyone down , human nature, i said to myself..
I see a black colored kite soaring high , the highest of all I could see , so high , yet so grounded , in the hands of the kite flyer..
Its now dark..i cant see the kites any longer..I walk inside with a feeling , a feeling of being independent..and a wish to fly free...
A very happy Independence day.. :)
It happens every year,without any facebook updats , or tweets , thousands of people , from old to young , from those living in studios to those in Jhuggis - with their eyes on the sky to gaze as high as they can.
Seeing this gave me that feeling in the heart , feeling of being proud , to feel that I couldn't have been born in any place better.From the golguppas , that I cant live without , to the beautiful sarees and patialas that I love wearing , from having known people I call Bhaijaan to Dada , from eating mangoes to the bhutta with nimbu & namak , for the chuski to jam packed roads when India won the world cup , at india gate ,to every time I see my dad and brother wearing their uniform and to every time I listen to Vande matram , I love being an Indian .
A smile comes on my face , my thought trail is broken as a kite lands in front of me , though a game , it made me a little sad to see that even when god has given space for everyone to fly high , what is the need to cut and bring anyone down , human nature, i said to myself..
I see a black colored kite soaring high , the highest of all I could see , so high , yet so grounded , in the hands of the kite flyer..
Its now dark..i cant see the kites any longer..I walk inside with a feeling , a feeling of being independent..and a wish to fly free...
A very happy Independence day.. :)
