Kite-flying๐ช
'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. This post is a part of Blogchatter Half Marathon 2023 . Previous post: Spirited Away Next post: Naruto