The Strings Around.
Hi! Let me tell you, right off the bat, this is one of the most informal posts on this thing yet. I Just sat down in front of my laptop with the intention of doing nothing but write. I don't know what direction it'll have taken by the end. But I wanna try this.
We celebrated Makar Sankranti recently, and I was at one my friend's homes. It had gotten dark, and most people were now grabbing a bite or sitting and gossiping. Me, I was multitasking and doing both. Anyway, I saw this one string that was tethered to a kite that was somehow still up. Funny thing was, no one was flying it anymore. As I sat there, staring into the sky, a strange thought occurred to me. Every human being that I had ever known was a bit like that one fateful kite.
See, at the beginning, we all need someone to guide us, we all need someone to...... show us the way into the sky if you will. But once you get high enough, you don't need someone to evaluate your every move. The need for guidance more or less disappears. You might reach heights where people find it hard to even keep track of you. But that string, that tied you to who put you up there, always remains.
But if that string gets cut, you topple down. Suddenly, you're no longer on top of the world and everything is rushing past you in a whirl of emotion and defeat. You're bought back down and everything you achieved and loved is gone. The really poetic bit? You can rise back up, but the connection, the string, will be slightly different.
Our strings tangle up too. And sometimes they succeed in cutting us down, and sometimes two kites are just trapped in an exhilarating dance that neither can escape from. (When you write stuff like this, you know you need to tone down the John Green novels.)
Just, how imperative our connections to our loved ones are dawned on me that day. And I don't think the lesson that the kites taught me that day is going to be forgotten soon.
That's all I have to say for now. See ya!
We celebrated Makar Sankranti recently, and I was at one my friend's homes. It had gotten dark, and most people were now grabbing a bite or sitting and gossiping. Me, I was multitasking and doing both. Anyway, I saw this one string that was tethered to a kite that was somehow still up. Funny thing was, no one was flying it anymore. As I sat there, staring into the sky, a strange thought occurred to me. Every human being that I had ever known was a bit like that one fateful kite.
See, at the beginning, we all need someone to guide us, we all need someone to...... show us the way into the sky if you will. But once you get high enough, you don't need someone to evaluate your every move. The need for guidance more or less disappears. You might reach heights where people find it hard to even keep track of you. But that string, that tied you to who put you up there, always remains.
But if that string gets cut, you topple down. Suddenly, you're no longer on top of the world and everything is rushing past you in a whirl of emotion and defeat. You're bought back down and everything you achieved and loved is gone. The really poetic bit? You can rise back up, but the connection, the string, will be slightly different.
Our strings tangle up too. And sometimes they succeed in cutting us down, and sometimes two kites are just trapped in an exhilarating dance that neither can escape from. (When you write stuff like this, you know you need to tone down the John Green novels.)
Just, how imperative our connections to our loved ones are dawned on me that day. And I don't think the lesson that the kites taught me that day is going to be forgotten soon.
That's all I have to say for now. See ya!
(OH AND Happy republic day!!!! EXCUSE ME THE PATRIOTIC HAS SHOWN UP TO THE PARTY)
Ramblings of a lovely mind
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ReplyDeleteGreat start gurl, let's the strings keep swirling..
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