I simply love kites… They
can fly so high in the sky… I have many kites with me, of course each of
my choice… Each kite with different color, size, shape, strength, tail; and
thus making it unique; close to my heart...
It’s really a pleasure to make kites fly. Every time when I
hold a kite string in my hands, I just feel like I AM flying; fighting
with winds to go up and up… Winds tore off few of my kites, it hurt me but could not break
me…
It’s a big storm. Might hurt my kites… might
tear them of… Again...
Still I believe in strength of my kites and not in storm’s…
I know my kites might not rise up but they will stand…
I have few kites still lying in my cupboard, I am keeping them safe; not
because I don’t believe in there strength but...
I know mores storms are awaiting... probably with more strength...
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