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As mesmerizing as the flames of a bonfire or the frothy gurgle of a brook can be the flight of a kite. I crane my neck to look up in awe  and in my thoughts, I am astride those fragile paper wings. My heart lifts, I feel my body levitate and there is an expansion of being, a broadening, an enlarging of the mind almost, as though ready to hit greater heights.
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That heaving blob of colour could well be my spirit, tethered to the ground with quivering connections. Quite like the paper bird, flying audacious sorties into unknown and unexplored realms, every minute, and every hour, fighting its own vulnerability and fears. Flapping, getting beaten back, and even losing height in the winds but enduring and lifted up by friendly gusts to soar in the end.
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My spirit roams the skies today with that lone paper bird, as I hope, standing on the ground that a day will come when that lethal glue and ground glass chord will snap and I will  float away, into the unknown yonder, all alone, by myself,  leaving behind everything that grounded me. I will be gone but the sky will not stay desolate for long. It will come alive with brighter, stronger, braver kites, pulsing with life and energy.
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Oh well, that split second of eternity will come when it will come. For now, I am one with that kite, shimmering in the sun, like the symbol of human imagination and courage even though am here on the ground, amongst friends and strangers, maintaining my path, steering out of harm’s way, gaining in height slowly and surely. The sharper my life skill m the greater my ascent, as I loosen, pull back and pace out the leverage life gives me.
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There are lessons up there, in the colorful sky. That speck rising high says fortune favours the bold. It proves you have got to use all you have. And that no one rises alone; several others gain simply by reference and the scramble to keep up. The spirit that lasts is the one that dances with the winds, changing step to match every gust, each breeze. The plucky champion that owns the steepest ascent has stayed focused on its own journey, unmindful of the pomp and aggression around. It has worked on its own journey fuelled by two engines: desire and tenacity.
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The author is a Resource Center-in-charge at the Junior Wing of Air Force Bal Bharati School. A teacher with a background and training in media, she has worked in advertising, public relations, documentary film making and feature journalism. Her interest lies in the role of motivation, an all-round exposure and multiculturalism in education. A regular contributor to the ‘Teacher Plus” magazine and a blogger with a keen interest in the evolving social dynamics and their influence on young people, she maintains a blog at http://confessionsofanambitiousmother.blogspot.in/

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