Kites have a mind of their own,
and it takes much convincing to make them do your bidding. But that did not
stop this young boy from trying to coax his kite into latching onto the breeze
on Uttarayan.
It appeared all of Ahmedabad had
taken to terraces in their neighbourhoods to find out if the sky was truly the limit. In their
thousands, kites of every colour imaginable floated away into the blue expanse
on the cusp of the twilight hour, deft hands either egging them on to ride the breeze
or manoeuvring to keep them afloat once they latched on to invisible gusts.
15 comments:
Love the click
So joyful!
Wonderful blog!! Its not just the clicks that gives message but the sentences below conveys the true meaning of the click and the heart of photographer!!
That looks like it should be on the cover of a book. Nice!
This is a wonderful post, Anil. I love that photo and the words you put with it are perfect. You really captured the moment with this one.
Superb shot!
Is this in Vastrapur?
Utraan is as much about screaming "kapyocheeey" and eating chiki as flying kites. :)
A fine balance!
Such a beautiful photograph, and description of a sight I doubt I'll ever see.
Perhaps it is in our nature to try to reach upwards. Great silhouette effect.
Rathina Sankari: Thanks.
Susan Scheid: Thank you.
PriPat: Thank you. Nice to know you liked the post.
Riot Kitty: Thank you.
Daisy: Thank you. Sometimes things fall into place by themselves.
Austere: The Chikki I can relate to. All over the neighbourhoods, folks gorged on home-made stuff while flying their kites from the terraces.
Niranjana: A fine balance, yes.
Beth: Thank you. Visiting Gujarat during Uttarayan will enable such sights.
Lgsquirrel: Very true. It's in our nature to reach upwards. Maybe it's cathartic.
This is a marvelous image Anil, love the boy's silhouette and his vibrant red kite against the glow of the evening sky. I've really enjoyed looking through all of your images you certainly have a good eye for composition and subject.
Uttarayan sounds like a very interesting festival.
Nice photograph! A few years ago, I bought kites of many colours at Manek chowk in ahmedabad wanting at that time to put them up on the walls at our home. Never did that, and yet, can't let go of them, as if the beautiful memories of Uttarayan will fly away if I didn't have these kites.
Have tried flying kites and have only got cut palms and fingers as a consequence. Never had 'em soar or rise even :( brilliant pic
PerthDPhoto: Thank you. The silhouette does it for the image. A pleasure to know you liked the others as well.
Grannymar: It is an interesting festival.
Indian Bazaars: Manek Chowk. Remember visiting the place. I saw lot of trade going on, in spices etc.
Maybe you can fly them now.
Red: Thank you. What's a bit of bruises if it means you can get the kite up and away :-)
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