The motorised boat left the ghat. When we reached mid-river, I could see a floating black dot near the shore just left behind moving in our direction.

It was a kite riding the wind. It looked as if the string was being released by the flyer peu-à-peu.

That it was at the mercy of the airstream having no tie-up anymore with the earth below became obvious as the distance slowly diminished.

Then a whirlwind picked the kite up and drove it into an air-pocket much against its will. That’s how my father got caught in the current of the Unknown.

First published in f3

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