THE JOY OF FLYING KITE

A couple of decades back, I was looking at a picture of my five-year old son flying kite in our nearby rice field. The picture reminded me of Aloran, once upon a time. The kite, I can't believe is made of the same materials and the method has not changed at all. The field is also surrounded with trees, mango and coconuts. There were also other kids flying kite, and some spectators. But I did not see trees with kites dangling. These kids were born with natural GPS and they are smarter. Just a few years back, the same boy in the picture was flying kites with his five and four-year old sons. The kites are made of semi-plastic material and one came in red, the other blue. What an awesome scene it was, my son flying kites with my grandsons. This always plays in my mind and reminds me not only of Aloran, once upon a time, but of life itself. What a privileged-life I live, and what a Privileged Grandpa I am. Someday some children looking at the pictures of kites dangling from trees and ask how did those kites end-up on top of them? Tell them that once upon a time in Aloran, foolish kids fly their kites over those trees, not knowing how to land them safely on the ground.