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As the sun creeps into "Makara", the constellation of Capricorn, the air in Gùjarat breathes warmer and the last tingle of winter cold is tempered by general sense of euphoria. It is "Makar Sankrandi", the festival which celebrates the passing of the rigours of Winter and the advent of the invigorating fervour od Spring.
For "Sankrandi", which means litterally "change of season", everyone, children, elders, women and men all praise the sun by flying kites.
On the 14th. January, the day on which "makar Sankrandi" almost invariably falls, I was on a terrace in Ahmedabad, the historic capital of Gùjarat, the state of India which borders on Pakistan to the West and on the Arabian Sea to the South.
It was still early morning, but already hundreds and hundreds of kites were pirouetting against the pale blue of the sky darting and plunging into ever-changing kaleidoscope patterns of colour.
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