Ulysses's article about Maanja brought me back sweet memories from the past when I used to fly kites.
Maanja involves in pasting the tread of kites with glass and sand to make it tough and sharp to aid in the battle of kites. Soon children would scream "Bho-kattaaa" as soon as the lost kite was beheaded from the thread by the sharp thread of the winning kite. And some would run after it for miles to retrieve from a distant roof or treetop.
Those were the days and Ulysses reveals the sad news:
Kites have been driven out from the center of congested, claustrophobic Dhaka.