I know they might call me silly, but I know you exist. I have always believed in magic and hence I do STILL believe in you. I wrote this letter to you, 2 years back; but somehow just hid it in the rustiest corner of my closet. Today, I take the courage to write this letter to you openly, without any fear of being judged.
Dear Santa, I’m perfectly imperfect. I’m cranky at times. At times I’m sweeter than sugar. I fight sometimes. The other times I love everyone with all my heart. Thank you for blessing me with the most amazing friends and family I can ask for. They love me beyond words can describe. Yet, amidst all this love, I’m still incomplete. I feel this sense of incompleteness when I see beautiful lovely couples around me with love for one another in their eyes.
Dear Santa, this Christmas, I want someone. I want someone who would hold my hand while I cross the road. Who would give me his hankie to wipe my wet hands after lunch. Who would stay awake to watch me sleep. I want someone whose cheeks would be wet with tears when I cry on his shoulder. Who would think I look the most beautiful on days I look the worst. I want someone who can read my eyes. Who can see the sorrow and pain behind my masked smile. I want someone who would understand my craziest dreams and push me towards them. Someone whose hugs would sweep away my feet from the ground and make me feel in heaven. The one who watches me from the corner of his eyes when I read my favorite novel. Someone who would understand what “Always” signifies. I want someone who surprises me with his jits and wits. Someone who nurtures my creative soul and passion for art. Someone who finds solace In my words and peace in my lap.
Give me someone who understands the core of my soul. Someone who touches the strings of my heart and plays beautiful melodies with them. Someone who understands the lyrics behind the music and dedicates them to me. I want someone with whom I can talk endlessly for hours in spite of having no topic to talk upon. Someone who sees my family and friends as his own. Someone who takes me for movies only to hold my hand for 3 whole hours. Someone who would pretend to read my palm just to hold me and admire my curious face. I want someone who cares for me like his most valuable treasure. Someone who would not encroach upon my space yet would me sweetly jealous at times. I want some one who not only just believes me, but someone who believes IN ME. The one who would share his deepest and wildest dreams, ambitions and bucket list in life. Someone who would help me when I cook and someone who would have turns to do the dishes. I want someone to indulge me with chocolates and evening strolls and bear with my temper tantrums when I PMS. Someone who would run to buy me medicines at 3 am when I’m sick. Someone who would write me lovely notes to let me know I’m loved. I want someone who loves to read and would watch chick flicks with me at times. Someone who would buy me candyfloss in a fair. Someone who would hold my hand and squeeze it tight to reassure me when I’m scared. Someone who’d take me for drives and eat with me my favorite snack by the roadside. Someone who respects me as a fellow human being, as a daughter and as a friend. Who would come close to smell my shampooed hair. Who recognizes me by my fragrance. Someone who’d walk bare footed on the wet beach holding my hands and build castles in the sand with me. I want someone who’d lie down beneath the sky and count stars with me. Someone who kisses both my dimple as well as my pimples when I get them.
Dear Santa, I know you’re reading this letter. Send him soon, okay ? Merry Christmas in advance 🙂