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The Kite Man
by Ananya S Guha
Bholu loved to play with kites. She imagined that she too was flying, flying touching skies. She loved the twirl and the swirl of the kite. She also thought that the kite was actually touching the blue, blue sky. Her friend and neigbour another girl about her same age, Kimi also loved to play the kite game with Bholu.

'I will be a pilot one day' Bholu said emphatically.

Her parents were surprised. They could not imagine Bholu take such an adventurous job.

'Is that why you like flying kites?' Kimi asked a little sarcastically.

'Yes ' was Bholu's terse reply.' I like flying, and when the kite soars, I imagine that I too am flying'.

Kimi found Bholu's logic strange, if not weird.

'I too love flying kites, but I don't want to be a pilot' Kimi laughed.

One day Bholu and Kimi were playing in Bholu's house in the garden. They saw a man looking like a kite.

'It is a kite' Bholu said excitedly.

'But it has hands and arms!' Kimi exclaimed.

The man stopped short after seeing them.

'Yes' he said. 'Both of you are right, my little girls. I am in fact a Kite Man'.

'Where do you live?' Bholu asked. She pinched herself to see whether she was awake or not.

'I live in the Kite World. There are only kites, kites for everything, sleeping, walking, wearing, even eating'.

Bholu and Kimi looked scared. They had heard of possible Martians, but not Kite Men. The man looked grumpy.

'I was fed up with this world, so I came down to meet you on earth my little friends."
 
Their fear disappeared. The man looked friendly but grumpy.

'Don't worry' Bholu said. 'We love kites and skies. I would love to fly with you'.

'No, don't do that' the man cautioned. 'If you fly with me you will go to the outer world, flying with me on my kite. Anyway I want a change. I want to be here'. Saying this the man vanished.

'What a beautiful dream I had' Bolu told her parents the next day at breakfast.
 
20-Feb-2013
 
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