I'm flying alone,
Tethered to a lone line,
Swinging and swaying and swinging.
The war of heights has diminished
With only a few lone warriors
Trying to remember the values they fought for,
And sending off, into the wind, their folklore.
The camaraderie has ended
And the nostalgia has set in-
The nostalgia of colours
The nostalgia of proximity
The nostalgia of laughter
The nostalgia of memories.
Thus,
I'm flying alone,
Tethered to a lone line
Of nostalgia,
Swinging and swaying and swinging.
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Happy Makar sankranti guys. For those of you who aren't Indians, it's the festival of Flying Kites and celebrating the harvest season, sharing winter sweets, and a lots of love and laughter.
But, now a days, the tradition of kite flying has declined, since it injured and killed a lot of birds and there would be stray kites laying everywhere, also, people used to come together to celebrate it, but now, hardly anyone spares a minute for others in their daily lives. Thus the spirit of sankranti is lost somewhere within our busy lives.
Anyways, it still holds some bittersweet memories for me, and here is an ode to this festival.
Tell me what you thought about after reading it.
Lovelove 😘
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