Sky High

I look at the sky and am in awe at how God can be such a great artist. I imagine him painting the sky, his canvas. It is amazing how it never looks the same but is always wonderful, be it cloudy, sunny or studded with stars. Neither do I know what lies beyond, nor I care. I am just happy to see, feel and enjoy his creative genius, whatever and wherever it is.

I walked looking at my possession with pride. Holding it carefully not to drop it and destroy it, I walked slowly. It was the first time in my eight years life was I doing this and couldn't hide my excitement and was smiling with anticipation.

It was white with two red circular patches, waiting in my hands to start its journey. It took me more than two hours for me to make it, but I was not tired. I was the proud owner of the prized possession and other kids looked at me with envious eyes. It was an opportunity to bask in the moment of personal glory

I called on my friend to help me launch it. He clung to it and walked while I stood holding the thread. I gently pulled when he let go of it. My kite soared into the sky as if it had been waiting. It rose high and high while I was gleaming with joy. All my friends cheered as it rose higher than other kites around. It just kept on going.

A few minutes passed, and slowly the other kids started loosing interest and got busy playing other games. But I still held on to the thread, pulling it occasionally. I lied on the grass looking at my kite shining bright in the evening sun, in an amazing blue background studded with white clouds. It was breathtaking. I gazed at the scene astonished and amazed. The wind would gently brush my hair and also give the clouds a gentle push. As if for my sake, the birds started returning home, in their perfect alignment, chirping.

My kite had lost all its glamour and charisma in my heart. It may be the first time I realized the beauty of nature. The simple colors and the grand patterns of nature. It has been seventeen years since that day, but I never waste a chance to be out in the sun looking at the sky and its ever changing, ever enchanting patterns.