🪁 A Kite of Dreams, A Thread of Hope ✨
✉ Dear Readers, ❄️ Winter lingers softly in the air, carrying the quiet joys of the festival season. And if there is one delight that belongs entirely to these days, it is the sight of kites dancing freely across the sky. 🏃♂️ As a child, I would rush home from school, brush away the dust of the day, and set my bag aside with a sigh of relief. My little friends and I would scamper up to the terrace, hearts lighter than the winter breeze. On village holidays, the moment felt even more magical. All my cousins and I would climb to the top of our old house, carrying bright kites and bundles of thread, laughter spilling from us like sunlight. 🪁 Flying kites was never just a game. It was a mix of thrill, teamwork, and gentle rivalry. Whose kite would soar the highest? Whose would linger longest in the sky? Often, two of us would work as one—one guiding the kite, the other slowly letting out the thread, coaxing it to ride the wind. ⏳ Time often slipped away unno...
