One picture, a thousand stories-Wk10

Hello..!!
My Dear Friends,
I am @tanvirahammad10 from #Bangladesh 🇧🇩

---

Hello my dear steemit friends . I hope you are all well by the grace of Allah, I am also well Alhamdulillah. Wishing all the members of this community are having a great day. Today I’m here to participate in the contest One picture, A thousand stories... Contest by @fortwis09 competition run by Steem Kids & Parents community I am very happy to be able to participate in this competition.

---

🏵️One picture, a thousand stories 🏵️

Seeing this scene of a kite flying in the picture reminded me of some childhood memories of flying kites—memories that are deeply connected with every boy and girl who has grown up in a village.

During the summer, kite flying is a common sight in rural areas. Every afternoon, children come out into the fields with reels and colorful kites in hand. One household competes with another to fly higher and farther. Looking up at the sky, you’d see red, blue, and purple kites soaring. There were even battles between the kites in the sky. Especially in our region, such battles were more frequent by the riverside. A river named Kopotakkho flows past our home. Though due to tides and erosion, it has now turned into a dead river. On either side of this river are two villages. Every evening, kite battles would begin between the children from one side and the other. The kids from our side, from the Kooper neighborhood, would be busy in fierce contests. And whenever a kite got cut loose, another beautiful scene would unfold—a few boys would chase after it, running across fields. Whoever caught it, it became theirs. How beautiful and joyous those days were. Now, living in a busy city, those childhood memories come flooding back.

However, in my family, kite flying was forbidden. My father wouldn’t allow me to do it. Still, I used to sneak out to fly kites with my friends. I had such wonderful times with them. One evening, my father caught me flying a kite. I was scared—thinking I’d be scolded when I got home. And that fear became reality—he scolded me a lot that day. After that, I still went out occasionally in secret. Because kite flying had become an addiction for me. Seeing this scene today brought back all those memories.

Today, when I came up to the rooftop in the city, I suddenly noticed a kite flying in the sky. Seeing that kite, all the memories of my childhood came rushing back. I took the picture myself because such scenes of kite flying are rare in the city. Watching the kite flying today, all those childhood feelings came alive again.

I am inviting my friend @mariyaafrin @shantoislam @shihabuddin48

Cc:
@steemkidss
@ngoenyi
@goodybest
@bossj23

Thank you very much for reading my post, let me know how you liked it in the comments. Thanks again everyone, stay well.

---

◦•●◉✿ Thank You ✿◉●•◦

Best Regards
@tanvirahammad10