Tuesday 8 March 2011

False Summit


The snow had kept falling in tufts throughout the night. The day was chilled & quiet for the village folk situated next to Noshaq (a peak in the Afghanistan Hindukush ranges). It was yet another day of fun for Mohsin & Mehru. Kids born in the pathan family, they were not yet adolscents. The initial joy of snowballing was over, it had turned to a cold dread now. The sky was overcast, and yet they decided to fly their kite. Their ambition for the day was to have their kite above the Noshaq and thus ''peak the summit''.

Mohsin drew the kite & the held the roll as the helmsman. Mehru was the runner, she held the kite, gauged the wind direction & ran against the wind and left the kite after she ran some distance. The kite began soaring high up in the air as the wind tugged it along. To Mohsin's & Mehru's delight the kite soared way above the clouds, they giggled, clapped & cheered for they had achieved victory, defeated the mighty Noshaq and ''peaked the summit''.

However little did they notice the British Airways jet soaring high up above the clouds, far higher than their kite could ever reach. Little did they imagine that I was sitting at the window chuckling at their fate & my destiny. Yes I'd beaten them to it, I had peaked Noshaq and was much above them. Although I admit mine was a false summit, but so was theirs. Fair enough. So have I won?

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