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We used to run free like kites with broken strings

We used to run free like kites with broken strings. (caption) *Kites* I clearly remember this little anecdote from my childhood when I used to go out with my friends and play (not cricket). We used to run free like kites with broken strings. Running was a game. Cheering in delight was a game. Funny wrestling duels with the boys was a game. We were all in our first decades of our lives. We had life in our eyes. We had huge smiles and bundles of energy within ourselves. We were always laughing. We were always living. We didn't even know about hopes and dreams but we were full of them. Among those little kids, I was just another curious boy. A sheepish seven year old who used to be much more excited about life than he is now. This little anecdote is a moment really. A moment that was long forgotten. This happened when I was playing with the boys. We were running around randomly—laughing and all— when my eyes fell upon this man who was sitting on the side. He must have been in his twenties but he was half bald. His eyes were not as bright as ours. Anyone could tell he was in some deep contemplation. I had sudden bursts of thoughts in the little head of mine. I had curious thoughts like: 'Why isn't he playing with his friends?' 'How can he just sit and do nothing?'
We used to run free like kites with broken strings. (caption) *Kites* I clearly remember this little anecdote from my childhood when I used to go out with my friends and play (not cricket). We used to run free like kites with broken strings. Running was a game. Cheering in delight was a game. Funny wrestling duels with the boys was a game. We were all in our first decades of our lives. We had life in our eyes. We had huge smiles and bundles of energy within ourselves. We were always laughing. We were always living. We didn't even know about hopes and dreams but we were full of them. Among those little kids, I was just another curious boy. A sheepish seven year old who used to be much more excited about life than he is now. This little anecdote is a moment really. A moment that was long forgotten. This happened when I was playing with the boys. We were running around randomly—laughing and all— when my eyes fell upon this man who was sitting on the side. He must have been in his twenties but he was half bald. His eyes were not as bright as ours. Anyone could tell he was in some deep contemplation. I had sudden bursts of thoughts in the little head of mine. I had curious thoughts like: 'Why isn't he playing with his friends?' 'How can he just sit and do nothing?'
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