The sky was deep blue that day. A kite was flying swiftly as the wind was just sufficient to give it a good flight. It reached to a great height and was cynosure for the other kite runners.
Suddenly a thought struck to the kite that she could reach to even greater heights and could touch the zenith. But the string to which she was attached was just hindering its progress and limiting her aspiration. She wanted freedom from it, she wanted liberation.
A gust of wind helped her cause. She got liberated from the string, she was put under no restriction. A free flow movement across the landscapes and beyond the river made her feel euphoric.
But soon she fell on ground, became dirty and got defaced under the boots of by passers in the alley of a suburb.
Just think which freedom you desire? Not all limitations are limiting you, some helps you to stay at top.
the ETERNAL tryst 
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