The strong wind, blowing through the hair
All the terraces peppered with men, women and (especially) children.
The fluid motion of kite up in the sky.
The manja tugging at the fingers.
The shouts, screams, catcalls and jeers of the victorious party and the elegant fall of the vanquished kite in the jungle of cement and concrete.
And the joy of finding a fallen kite.
That sums up the festival of Sankranti in Ahmedabad. A beautiful experience for a metro guy like me, who flew a kite for the very first time in his life!!!
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