The Kite

Pink and violet colors were comported on me and it looked great. A boy brought me selecting among many kites.

 One afternoon he connected me with yarn and made me fly. I was flying in the blue sky with the red luster along with the sun sinking behind the home at the horizon. The Kolkata was looking good from the top of the sky in the late afternoon. Many other kites were also floating. People standing on the roof saw the kites floating, some were chatting. The flock of birds were going to their home. The blowing wind was coming from the sea.

Sudden I listened `Bhow Katta!'. A string of a kite twisted with my string and I was disconnected from the control of the boy. I was falling floating in the sky. Anyone did not catch me or my torn yarn. At Last, a tree of guava gave me shelter. I saw a boy coming from where with a stick and started pricking me. My lovely pink and violet body was ripped and he was disappointed and left.