The sight of a kite has always forced me to dream,it doesnot matter how busy i am,irrespective of what i am doing if i see a kite soaring high my mind too starts imitating the kite..it takes me on a ride i wont say a roller coaster ride but at a pace...that gives me a feeling that i have left everything behind...everyone behind..
I saw this kite soaring very high..it was not a multicoloured rich looking kite..it was a poor childs kite...carefully and beautifully crafted out of a newspaper.....the best portion undoubtedly was its tail...long majestic,shiny and proudly living amongst the wind that battered it consistently..
Enough of the tail,suddenly a thought crossed my mind will this tail have any beauty or the described majesty if it was not attached to a kite..a kite that flew..its so necessary for the kite to fly,climb up the winds for its tail to be taken note of.
A lesson i believe is shouting out at us from here ...a tail, the term tail is used at many places and many instances to signify something insignificant ideally in the normal world we prefer heads more than tails..tails make you feel being at the last..
So i would compare the small little little things in a man's life to a tail..which significantly contribute to what he is...and as the kite if the man soars high.....these little little things just stand out and attain importance..and glow like the tail on a kite.
As i kept looking incessantly at the kite with these thoughts brewing up in my mind..another reality grounded me..the kites tail got tangled on a tree's branch with it the kite too got tangled...now for the kite the most majestic part of him took him down..
Another truth that i realised was the kite string ....much like a man's circumstances....it decides how far you fly and what height you attain....and it pull's you down when you are enjoying that flight of fantasy..when you feel like you have left everything behind and every one behind.....
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