It was a Sunday.
Tarun was busy making a kite the entire morning.
There was a big, empty plot of land at the end of the lane.
He was planning to fly it there late in the afternoon.
The weather was perfect for flying a kite.
There was a steady blow of wind.
While Tarun was making the kite, Thaththa was reading the newspapers.
Once he had finished reading he looked at Tarun.
“It looks nice. Good work. I hope you are aware of the precautions also, Tarun!” said Thaththa.
Tarun looked at Thaththa, surprised.
“Be mindful of electricity power lines. Stay away and if by chance your kite gets tangled, don’t
ever try to climb those posts and recover it!” cautioned Thaththa.
Tarun was glad that his father reminded him of this.
He knew there would be a chance of getting electrocuted in the process of recovery.
“Use only cotton strings. Others can transmit electricity. Also, never fly a kite when there’s
lightning. Wet strings attract electricity,” further explained Thaththa.
“I use only cotton strings. Synthetic strings can cut people.” said Tarun.
Tara was listening to the conversation.
That was the first time she had heard about kite safety.
“Do you know where they flew kites first, Tara?” asked Thaththa.
Tara shook her head.
Thaththa started explaining the history of kite flying.
It was believed to have begun in China.
Then he told them about kite festivals around the world.
There was a famous giant kite festival in Japan that was about two hundred years old.
Some kites flown at that festival, he said, are bigger than their house.
Tara was so impressed.
She could not wait to go to school the next day to share what she had learnt from Thaththa.