OUR KITES... AND THE STRING, THE WIND AND THOSE TREES
Pic.: Pradeep Nanda L ate, last night, my wife read out to me a beautiful short-story which she had just received on her mobile… A little boy and his father were flying a kite. Suddenly, the boy started complaining to his father that the string was not allowing him to let the kite soar free and high. The father cut off the string, immediately… The kite, now, began to go the way the powerful wind carried it… and, finally, it nosedived somewhere afar where the boy and this father couldn’t reach! The boy was heart-broken! The father, who wanted to teach his little-one a very valuable lesson, pulled his son very close to him and said, “Son, many a time, we all think that we can go about our lives without anybody’s supervision, direction or control. We want full freedom; we want to fly high and high without any check; we do not like any rules and regulations… yes, we complain about our ‘stings’… that keep us under control… We want our strings to go… And, look w...