I am a kite.

I am a kite. This much I'm sure of. I used to think I was a lucky kite with no strings attached. I thought I was free to fly. Today I'm no longer sure of this.

My passivity in testing the limits all these years had me lulled into believing that I was not controlled by strings. After last night, I realised there is a ROPE attached to this kite.

What happens when you try to cage a sparrow?