The Kite Runners

---

The tiny boy, I guessed about four years old, had already run past me twice, in opposite directions, along the busy Ajmer Road as I searched in vain for an internet café. I wondered if he was part of some scam until I noticed that he had no interest in me whatsoever; in fact the last time he passed me I had to step into the road to avoid him running straight into me. What on earth was he up to ru... Read Full Entry

---