Saturday, December 25, 2010

Fiction55: The Never Ending Wait.

"They say Santa rides across the skies every midnight of Christmas. And the one, who catches him at it, becomes his favorite." The elder one whispered.

I had held her hand with awe, gazing at the velvet night sky and praying with all my soul.

I rest my head on the window sill and wait the way I have for every Christmas midnight of the past 2 decades.
I wait to become his favorite.


Thousif Raza said...

this has the childhood innocence... that screams out purity... it speaks abt passion commitment... ambition... faith, trust, hope, god so many thins... if u were here rgt now... i would have hugged u for writing this.... ;) (my gf will kill me :P) but still... remya... loved all of the above..... superb work :)

take care and keep writing.........

Remya said...

Thank you. As it happens to be my favorite one of all the above, thanks for commenting :)

SOUMYA said...

seems like this one came from the heart!!!
hope dad is not the Santa cuz whatever happens i will be his favourite!!!

Charu said...

Sweet. And perfect timing. Hope you had a merry Christmas too :)