Kite-flying๐Ÿช

'Makar sankranti', they call it.
"Kai po che!", they scream.
Kite flying,
a desire that flew to me
from the songs of
Hum Dil De Chuke Sanam
and the stories of
Liman and Amma -
white-cemented terraces, 
silver-bordered churidars,
kites soaring high
like dupattas
in the skies of Surat. 

A kite of blue 
to match the sea 
with stripes of white
to thank the wind
that took him
to the greatest height
in the beach of Cherai.
Yellow, green and pink -
colors of friendship,
fluttering into
the gang of diamonds.
I celebrated
as I created a Surat for myself 
and a sankranti for many.





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