Despite all those stupid fights,

We were united while flying kites.

Those windy evenings on the terrace,

Running around till the kite took off without fuss.

Impatiently we waited for the wind to pick up,

And rejoice we did when the colourful beauty finally took flight!

As the string rapidly unravelled,

We fought for control over the main thread.

But we united against the common foe, those other kites,

Planned attack strategies and tried our best to execute them.

Though we never managed to take down other kites,

We never let them take ours down either!

~*~

Those pure unadulterated childhood memories with your siblings and childhood friends... god I am nostalgic as hell today. This poem is very rough at the edges and though it started out as rhyming paras, that attempt quickly went down the drain.

But I still love this anyways because it's based one one of those powerful and clear memories of my time in another city. Ans today more than ever when everything I did felt wrong, it made me feel a little better.

Hope you guys are faring better than me!

Cheerios!