Kite Runners! Big Kite came flying with a message that I take to my grave
Let me dig a kite out of my memory box that got flown in there when I was ten or twelve, way back in late 70s. The dusty village I grew up, now a town, would go mad to put their kites in the air for a good while before the onset of dreary monsoon that would turn the drab village into an island of sorts shortly thereafter. Getting one’s kite in the air gave the local boys a real…