Words do make relation. So let's be magician of words.
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It is like everyone fostering their flight, Not by growing wings but by holding their threads upright. And their passion gets more ignited as that of sunlight, Shouting on victory over others kite.
For those who can fly kite, sky becomes their first battlefield, Where their aim desperately lie in battling out others kite wield. Collecting various colours of "guddi" and different types of threads, Reflects their kite obsession and performance relay.
But those who can't fly kite, just imagine how those manjhas are visible to the fliers, And the scene fascinates when dropping kites suddenly tighten against its linger. Everyone busy on their terrace are not the only involved ones, But the Boys running on the ground catching those dropping kites also have fun.
Surely, those colourful kites in the sky and enthusiasm among people, Make this season and festival joyful...