When I was a child,
I used to watch the stars—
so beautiful, so dazzling.
Hard to reach,
yet so easy to admire.
I wanted to be like them too—
unfading, even after billions of years.
But the distance between us was too vast.
My eyes could hold their light,
but my hands could never touch them.
So I jumped.
Again.
And again.
No matter how high I leapt,
I could never become one of them.
Each time,
I landed back on the very first step.
Other kids had something I didn't—
Kites.
They flew into the sky,
Becoming one of the stars.
Their light reaching my eyes.
Envy.
Their kites became the talk of the city.
It looked easy.
So I tried.
My kite soared.
for a moment.
Then it fell.
Hard on the ground.
Broken beside me.
Its fall had cut me too.
And I was back
to the first step.
Only then did I realise—
Even in death,
I could never be one of them.