Whence a Kite

There is so much life here that I am sometimes drawn
away from it. Does that make sense? Perhaps not.
Many from the West always love the vibrancy and colour here and it is great, yes, but I just don't know.

Have you ever seen a kite? It flies in the sky but it's pulled
by strings held by some person on the ground and even if that person lets go of the string then the wind pulls it hither and thither.

In a way that is how I feel too at the moment. Longing to fly yet pulled back. And I don't know if the pulling is good or bad. Or whether the flying is good or bad.

All I can do is dream wonderful designs on the kite.

(text: S. Murthy, India; picture: S. Wing, Florida)