Kite Adventures
Meera: "Whoa, Riya, your kite is so shiny! It’s like a little sun."
Riya: "My uncle got it from the bazaar. See the dragon tail? It even has tiny bells."
Meera: "My kite is just plain brown paper. It looks like a grocery bag with a string."
Riya: "But you decorated it with stars! I like your stars."
Meera: "I don’t. When your kite goes up, everyone watches. Nobody even sees mine."
Riya: "They will when it flies high. Come, let’s run together."
Meera: "No. I don’t feel like it. I just feel… all twisty inside."
Riya: "Twisty? Like when you ate too many pani puris?"
Meera: "Different twisty. Like I’m angry at your kite for being so cool."
Riya: "Are you… mad at me?"
Meera: "I don’t know. I’m just envious. I wish your kite was mine."
Amma: "Meera, it’s okay to feel envious sometimes. But what can we do with that feeling?"
Meera: "Hide my kite and go home?"
Amma: "Or you could tell Riya what you wish for and see what happens."
Riya: "I can help your kite look special! I have extra stickers in my pocket."
Meera: "Really? But then your kite won’t be the fanciest."
Riya: "Who cares? Two fancy kites are better than one lonely fancy kite." kites are better than one lonely fancy kite." fancy kite." kites are better than one lonely fancy kite."
Meera: "Can we put bells on mine too? Just one?"
Riya: "Take two bells from my tail. Then our kites will sound like a tiny temple when we run."
Amma: "Listen to them ring together. Does your envious feeling still feel so big, Meera?"
Meera: "It’s shrinking. Now I feel more… happy-twisty."
Riya: "Race you! Let’s see whose bells jingle louder in the sky."
Meera: "Deal! And this time, I hope both our kites fly the highest."