Hop, skip and jump. Time is
giving no space for a hop or a skip but straight it says, “Jump yaar jump”.
Will seem prejudiced if I say this is true. But really Time is having own
affair and no place for a small soul like me. It is taking its flight, and the
speed…I can’t catch up sometimes.
Holi has come up. It seems
just like yesterday the Kite-flying festival, the Paush Sankranti, has not left
its mark. Colourful kites flying around in the space of the blue sky. What a
hue. Terrific and nostalgic to watch small colours adorning the sky sometimes
the red on the left and then blue flies in. The yellow gleefully moving up and
the green and pink one feeling shy to go near the purple one. Some brave one’s
going too close and simply cutting the other to drift away and not come back.
Kites playing their own game…no gender game…but a common one. And the human
hand doing all the tricks.