Playmate

The soaring Kite cast a fragile silhouette as it was gliding in the azure horizon. Batting my eyes twice I stared at this unusual motif moving on my wrist. I smiled. It almost resembled a tattoo which I never had. I ran my hands over my wrist, probably trying to feel the shadow of the bird. Are shadows supposed to make you feel something? I don't know, which is probably why I was trying to feel something. 

As the Kite circled the sky its shadow followed it. Every now and then the motif on my wrist disappeared, and just when I thought that it was gone, there it would be moving right on my wrist.  

I found my mind indulging in probably the most uncommon game that it had just discovered. I didn't try to drag it back to a world without it's a new playmate. 

It seemed as if there was an unwritten contract between me and the Kite. The circled the sky a bit longer than usual and I stayed where I stood longer than I planned too. 

But all games must come to an end. For my mind and its new playmate, it was the sudden clouds which blew the final whistle signaling "the end".

Showing urgency in its motion the Kite flew by, carrying with it, it's shadow whom my mind had befriended.

The uninvited grey clouds were just starting to melt into million drops, standing amidst the fresh petrichor bearing a saddened mind, I stood all alone.