I find myself wanting to combineand repeat these two events over and over until the date ofmy death: the first kite in my youth flying up there in theclouds coupled with the event in Khajuraho. I imagine it hovering quietly in the sky above and my older self sharing something precious there in the magical kingdom of India, something precious,beyond telling, something which had the power to enter into our being. From that moment changing forever our character, who we are. - Tal Streeter