Winter Break in Pune: The Joy of Kite Flying

After months of chilly Seattle weather and academic grind, I’m finally back home in Pune for winter break. One of the first things I’ve thrown myself into since returning is kite flying—an activity that holds a special place in my heart and in the cultural fabric of India. There’s something magical about the simple act of flying a kite, especially during this season, as the skies above Pune come alive with vibrant colours and soaring dreams.

Kite flying is more than just a pastime; it’s an art that requires precision, patience, and skill. As I take to the terrace, armed with a spool of manjha, the crisp winter breeze carries my kite higher and higher. The thrill of engaging in friendly duels with other kites, trying to cut their strings, is exhilarating. Yet, it’s also meditative—watching the kite glide and dance with the wind feels like a perfect escape from the rush of daily life.

Kite flying in India is deeply intertwined with tradition and celebration. It reaches its peak during Makar Sankranti, the festival that marks the transition of the sun into Capricorn, signalling longer days and the end of winter. In many parts of the country, Makar Sankranti is synonymous with kite flying competitions, where the skies turn into a dazzling tapestry of colourful kites of every shape and size.

For me, the festival is about community and togetherness. Families gather on terraces, children shout with glee, and neighbours bond over shared enthusiasm. The air is filled with the unmistakable cheer of friendly competition.

In Pune, kite flying feels even more special. The city’s historical backdrop and clear winter skies provide the perfect setting for this age-old tradition. As I look around, I see kites soaring high over both modern buildings and ancient wadas, blending the old with the new—a beautiful metaphor for the city itself.

Coming back home and indulging in this cherished tradition has been nothing short of therapeutic. It’s a reminder of the simple joys that make life so fulfilling. Kite flying, for me, is not just about the act itself but the memories it evokes—of childhood, family, and the enduring beauty of Indian festivals.

As I watch my kite soar against the bright blue Pune sky, I’m filled with gratitude—for my roots, for the traditions that ground me, and for the moments of connection that make life meaningful.