I've realised something. Kite Flying could actually be a sport. No kidding. You need to be experienced and even have a technique to kite flying. Trust me, unless you're a pro and there's LOTS AND LOTS of wind, the kite will never go up high. We went to Sengkang for kite flying today. As far back as my memory goes, the last time I went kite flying was when I was 5 years of age. And exactly 2 feet off the side walk. So I wasnt running. I was toddling- albeit stupidly, trying to get a kite approximately twice the side of me to fly. Those were good days though.

It didnt start off on a good note though. Just 1/2 and hour before, the sky didnt favour us. Besides the thick grey clouds, there was also thunder rolling in the distance- not a very good sign-unless you want to act as a perfect lightning rod for a bolt of lightning. Devoid of any supernatural efforts to control the weather, I prayed to the Great One and asked Him for good weather. And it did. The sky cleared and started to show some blue again.

When we reached the place, I realised that there was very little wind, very little people, and very little kites in the air. Those that were up were feebly floating a few feet above the ground and then floated gently to the ground. It was not a good weather. But we hadn;t journeyed all the way for nothing. So with determined looks on our faces, we crossed the path-and began trying to lauch our kite- a difficult task.
Was it the kite, the wind, or simply us. The kite refused to fly. It rose gracefully for a few seconds before deciding that it would be better off on the floor where it thought it belonged. The irony. So down to the floor it went. And we humans, unable to fly, stood/ran ahead fruitlessly with the kite dragging on the ground. Some more expert ones gave us THE LOOK. I stared back. Fine, I thought, we were novices. So what.
I tried umpteeth times. By then, there were other people who had thought that our novice family trying to fly their kites was a better show than the kites itself. While running with the kite happily sailing to the floor, I heard a little boy say, " Papa, why that jie jie so not good, kite also cannot fly." I gave him the look and spared myself some dignity when he hid behind his 'Papa's back.
My dad did save some dignity for our family though. He managed to get the kite someway up in the air, almost as high as those of the pros. Under my breath, I swore never to come on a weekend. The number of people who had come into the field to watch was amazing.

Sure. we were tired. And hot. And hungry. My fringe was a mess. So was my hair. And so that was the reason why we quit some time after. I did manage to get the kite someway up though. Not as high as my dad. To top it off, all of us managed to get the kite off the ground. And that, in my view, was good enough. Its the effort. ' Next time,' my aunt said, " we'll come on a weekend." I looked at her, shocked. " weekday." She corrected.