Wednesday, July 30, 2008


In the distant sky, I see a kite. A kite, frolicking in the sky. She’s a pretty bird, that kite, reflecting rainbow-coloured dreams in her too long tail. I scan the horizon, but am unable to see who is flying the bird-kite. Later I would reach an open field. And I would see the bird-kite hanging limp, draped over a branch. On the branch of a tree, the bird-kite lays lifeless.

I didn’t do it.

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