Wish I was a kite..
flying up up in the sky..
dancing with the wind; not worrying about somebody looking at me with hunting eyes..
unaware about the cruel ugly hearts that exist..
believing in the fellow kites, enjoying my flight..
I wanted to write something about Makar Sankranti , festival now known specifically for Kite flying. But I’ve been clouded with this negative mist that I am not able to see anything beautiful around..
I am so shaken with the recent events in my country that I am just not able to write about anything nice about ‘My India’..
Being a woman is such a beautiful feeling. But one thing that she lacks most is ‘Freedom’.
Freedom to move freely on the streets without being followed.
Freedom to laugh without worrying about giving a ‘Wrong Sign’.
Freedom to enjoy long walks without keeping in mind the time to return.
Freedom to move without being noticed…
Freedom to be just her..
I am just not being me lately…
But the teacher whose name is life has all shades and hues..
And has the magic to turn black into blue..
Have a Happy Day.