The polythene bag

It rained here yesterday night. We were playing cricket.
In the white light from the florescent lamps mounted high up , with the background of the pitch black sky and the slanted drizzle in the wind , I saw a white polythene bag floating by.
High above the rest of its type on the road , it was as if it was flying , enjoying the wind , gliding in it like a seagull , careless and free , brave enough to have left the security of its company , kissing every raindrop which fell on it , and which shimmered on its body in the white light.

But there was something missing , and it was the control it should have had over itself.
Yet, till the time it was in my sight ,it was so beautiful.