We ran to the roof just as the sun was setting and caught a glimpse of the roaming kites and the eager children. The kids began calling for Daniel to take their photo with his camera. They waved at us as they flew their kites, asking our names and posing for pictures. They were on every rooftop, playing and calling to each other. It was the simplicity of it all that struck me. Back home, the mere thought of going outside to fly a kite was something we’d likely save for Mary Poppins and Dick Van Dyke. But here, it was playtime. It was their livelihood.
After 3 hectic days exploring Delhi and the Taj Mahal in Agra, the city of Jaipur welcomed us with beautifully wide open arms. Since leaving home, I’d yet to feel relaxed, struggling with constant worry of where to go next and which train to take. But running up the stairs to the rooftop of the Karni Niwa Guest House and witnessing the full moon behind the flying kites, I felt peace.
As the night falls, the children’s clatter fades and the kites drop from the sky one by one as the moon rises. This is the most beautiful place I’ve ever been. And I’ve only just arrived.