Gujarat is celebrating the Kite festival, Uttarayan today. I penned these thoughts as I saw the kites soaring in the sky. This poem is dedicated to my wonderful friend, Bulbultuk.

As the kites fly high,

I think of the days gone by.

The laughter, the friendship, the cheer,

The agony, the frustrations, the tear.

What expectations we had,

And what we have got in return.

O! what memories the soaring kites churn.

In the dark room of solitude,

When I sit and think,

I often realise that my heart does sink.

May be, I expected too much from life.

But now I know, life is too short to sit and cry.

So, to spread laughter and joy, I try.

The fears and frustrations are still there.

And, like the kites soaring high, I know too,

That one day I will fall back on earth, tattered and torn.

My only hope is that when I depart from this world,

My friends would remember me

As the funniest, stupidest little girl ever born.