This article was originally published in KITABZAADE, e-magazine for Book Exchange Club Of Mumbai.
I have a friend. She is perfect. Pretty, exquisite and stunningly witty. Every year, on the eve of 24th December, she is busy doing some shopping at local toy stores. Although she is very animated about shopping’s, this one is very close to her heart. At the end, when she is back home, her sack holds a small Christmas tree, few colorful baby socks, chocolates and some stationary. At night, she sits and writes a very imaginative appearing childish letter. Huge letter. One A4 size paper, perhaps. This note is for Santa Claus. She slides it in one of the brightly colored sock. A bit of beautification is done and then this entire setup is placed in her balcony. This is what she tells me, “Vicky, Santa Claus is going to come on 25th night and after reading the letter would make everything I wished for come true.”
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