Where was the wind
When the sails were down?
And the sun on the horizon,
Like a divine crown;
What I have come for?
I don't want any fame!
I just want a chance to,
Give a meaning to my name!
"phat...!" Joy slapped the back of the KC, aka Krishnacharan.
"Bholu.. where are you lost?" He said.
KC was rubbing his eyes, as if woken from a deep dream. He looked at Joy in disbelief, rubbing the back of his neck, trying to sense the place where he had hit him.
Joy: "Did you do the drawing home-work?"
KC: "Yes.."
"Show..."
KC produced a sheet of paper from his back. It was painted in the shades of blue, red and yellow.
"Aw.. what is this?" A thick voice came from behind. Soon, the sheet was ruthlessly snatched.
"Hey!!" KC startled, "Nick! Give it back!"
A well-built Nikhil Arora was all giggles when he heard KC plead like a baby.
"What do you think you've drawn in this piece of shit?" Nick was demanding an answer.
Other classmates stood in a semicircle behind him, all of them looking at the picture. They murmured but didn't raise their voice. Joy stood by his side.
KC was staring either at the crowd, his picture, or just plain air, probably thinking of what Nick would do to his piece of art. Finally he opened his mouth.
"It's a Kite...."
"Ha ha ha....!!" Nick laughed, "You call this a kite? A Kite is just a piece of paper.. just like this crap of yours is... and what is this? A kite with wings of a butterfly and a tail of a cheetah, and the colour of a ladybird! Have you ever flown a kite? Leave it; Have you even seen one?"
They all laughed at him, and Nick threw his paper at him. Joy went over it, stepping twice, leaving the dusty marks of his expensive shoe sole. KC looked at the kite. It had beautiful red wings, beady eyes, and a flair tail, flying amongst white clouds. The sun was smiling at it. He put the sheet back in his bag.
Back at his home, his mom was gone. He threw his bag, water bottle around, and rushed into the bedroom-cum-study room. He climbed over the table, opened the closet, and took out a reel of kite-flying thread. He reached even farther inside,and carefully pulled out a blue kite.
"I'm going to fly this today.." He said, "At any cost..."
A few minutes later, he was on the terrace, holding the thread, while the kite was black in the sun. He smiled at the sky, and laughed at Joy and Nick.
"Kaush...!!" Mom shouted.
Mom was back! He panicked. But it was no use. The kite was too high to leave the delight of flying it.
"I'm on the terrace!!" He replied in an equally loud voice.
"Which is your kite?" Mom inquired as she stood by him, "That black one?"
"No... I mean yes... but it isn't black, it's blue!"
Sarala looked at the kite that was trying to touch the sun. Her son just flew a kite for the first time!
"How did you do it?" She wondered. Her child was gifted. Indeed, he was really Kaushal, a skilled person. Soon, he'll grow up, and end all her miseries, and she will have a big family which she will never let split.
The sun set, and they were in the home. She was checking his notebooks. She looked at the Diary. KC was eating the pastry she had brought for him, when she pulled him by his cheek. Half of the piece that was in his mouth fell in the plate.
"What on earth is this? Lazy bone! Why do you fly kites? Don't you understand that homework has to be finished?" She threw the Diary at him, and the open page had a sentence in big, red writing:
DRAWING HOMEWORK NOT DONE.
Sarala was weeping while cooking and KC staring out of the window at the bright star.
"Is there any other place about the sun where humans live?" He wondered..
When the sails were down?
And the sun on the horizon,
Like a divine crown;
What I have come for?
I don't want any fame!
I just want a chance to,
Give a meaning to my name!
"phat...!" Joy slapped the back of the KC, aka Krishnacharan.
"Bholu.. where are you lost?" He said.
KC was rubbing his eyes, as if woken from a deep dream. He looked at Joy in disbelief, rubbing the back of his neck, trying to sense the place where he had hit him.
Joy: "Did you do the drawing home-work?"
KC: "Yes.."
"Show..."
KC produced a sheet of paper from his back. It was painted in the shades of blue, red and yellow.
"Aw.. what is this?" A thick voice came from behind. Soon, the sheet was ruthlessly snatched.
"Hey!!" KC startled, "Nick! Give it back!"
A well-built Nikhil Arora was all giggles when he heard KC plead like a baby.
"What do you think you've drawn in this piece of shit?" Nick was demanding an answer.
Other classmates stood in a semicircle behind him, all of them looking at the picture. They murmured but didn't raise their voice. Joy stood by his side.
KC was staring either at the crowd, his picture, or just plain air, probably thinking of what Nick would do to his piece of art. Finally he opened his mouth.
"It's a Kite...."
"Ha ha ha....!!" Nick laughed, "You call this a kite? A Kite is just a piece of paper.. just like this crap of yours is... and what is this? A kite with wings of a butterfly and a tail of a cheetah, and the colour of a ladybird! Have you ever flown a kite? Leave it; Have you even seen one?"
They all laughed at him, and Nick threw his paper at him. Joy went over it, stepping twice, leaving the dusty marks of his expensive shoe sole. KC looked at the kite. It had beautiful red wings, beady eyes, and a flair tail, flying amongst white clouds. The sun was smiling at it. He put the sheet back in his bag.
Back at his home, his mom was gone. He threw his bag, water bottle around, and rushed into the bedroom-cum-study room. He climbed over the table, opened the closet, and took out a reel of kite-flying thread. He reached even farther inside,and carefully pulled out a blue kite.
"I'm going to fly this today.." He said, "At any cost..."
A few minutes later, he was on the terrace, holding the thread, while the kite was black in the sun. He smiled at the sky, and laughed at Joy and Nick.
"Kaush...!!" Mom shouted.
Mom was back! He panicked. But it was no use. The kite was too high to leave the delight of flying it.
"I'm on the terrace!!" He replied in an equally loud voice.
"Which is your kite?" Mom inquired as she stood by him, "That black one?"
"No... I mean yes... but it isn't black, it's blue!"
Sarala looked at the kite that was trying to touch the sun. Her son just flew a kite for the first time!
"How did you do it?" She wondered. Her child was gifted. Indeed, he was really Kaushal, a skilled person. Soon, he'll grow up, and end all her miseries, and she will have a big family which she will never let split.
The sun set, and they were in the home. She was checking his notebooks. She looked at the Diary. KC was eating the pastry she had brought for him, when she pulled him by his cheek. Half of the piece that was in his mouth fell in the plate.
"What on earth is this? Lazy bone! Why do you fly kites? Don't you understand that homework has to be finished?" She threw the Diary at him, and the open page had a sentence in big, red writing:
DRAWING HOMEWORK NOT DONE.
Sarala was weeping while cooking and KC staring out of the window at the bright star.
"Is there any other place about the sun where humans live?" He wondered..
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