When January comes around and the wind begins to blow, the Indian sky is dotted with kites of all colours. But what if the wind takes the kite away?
One day Pranav’s mother bought him a beautiful kite. It had yellow, purple, red, orange and even green on it. Pranav liked the kite very much. He liked the kite’s eyes the best of all. They seemed to be smiling at him.
“I want to fly my kite,” Pranav told his mother.
“But it is very windy today,” Pranav’s mother told him.
“My kite will enjoy the wind,” Pranav said.
“Yes,” Pranav’s mother agreed. “But will you be able to manage the kite?”
“Yes,” Pranav said. “This kite is my friend and I can fly it well!”
So Pranav took his kite and went out to fly it. The kite danced happily in the wind, the colours shone brightly and the kite’s eyes seemed to smile even more widely. Pranav pulled the string to make the kite dance a little more. The string broke. The wind carried the kite away, while Pranav stood holding the string. The kite’s eyes looked sadly at Pranav.
“The wind has taken away my kite!” Pranav told his mother.
“It is all right,” his mother said. “I will buy you another kite!”
Pranav felt very sad. He stood staring at the sky, looking for his kite. He could see the blue sky with some fluffy white clouds. And he could see some birds flying. And then suddenly, Pranav could see nothing. “What happened?” he shouted in fear. “It is nothing,” Pranav’s mother said. “It is only a sheet of paper that the wind has thrown on you!” Pranav’s mother took off the paper and Pranav could see everything again. He felt happy. And then he looked at the paper. It was a yellow paper with purple, red and orange flowers on it. Under each flower were green leaves. “It’s my kite!” Pranav said. “Look, it’s my kite!”
“It is not your kite Pranav,” Pranav’s mother said. “It is just a sheet of paper that the wind brought you!”
Pranav felt a little sad. He had been so sure that it was his kite, come back to him. Then his mother said, “But if you want, you can make a kite with it!”
So that is what Pranav did. His mother helped him make a kite out of the paper and Pranav flew it in the air. He watched the yellow, red, orange, green and purple kite dance in the air and he was happy. The wind had taken his kite and he had been sad. But the wind had brought his kite back and that was important.
This story was published in Young Buzz, the children’s pages of Sakal Times as part of The World of Pranav series.
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