Friday, January 12, 2007



Soon it will be Utraan, the kite flying festival.
They say the sun changes its direction starting this day.
I searched the sky this morning.
But for a sheet of pigeons wheeling in flight, the skies were empty.
Just vast pale blue and the glitter of sunshine on the asopalavs.
Back home, about now, war hoops of “katiyeeeeey”, signaling the conclusion of yet another kite fight, must be heard sharp and clear.
Back home, colorful paper squares must be riding the high wind.

8 comments:

sanguine said...

bahuut badiya , sunil babu ...

Anonymous said...

You should go to Hyd :). Lots of kites. BTW.. am glad blogs back and safe and sound.

Anonymous said...

That was me above - Loup

austere said...

Sanguine- shukriyaz! In LKO too, possibly?



Loup- Hyd, eh? My town bestest.You bet glad they're back, was completely in panic mode.

Prerona said...

havent seen a kite flying in ages!

austere said...

But such fun,yes, no?

Ritu said...

aaah, home. vaat poochu? haji e home? mumbai nahi? fragmented thodi nahi, aa belonging business? mane to evu laage che have...two places call em.

austere said...

Mumbai has crept on upon me, unannounced. terific city, great admiration for her. But home? cant say.
maybe back home is also not, but its just a wisp of a memory...