Santa..want my small stone back !!

Hi Dear Santa,

I am fed up. Oops…this is not a way to start a letter. I will start again. Here it goes…

Dear Santa,

Hope you are fine. I always pray to God for your good health. I am also fine here, not exactly but just to complete the format of the letter. As I got this wonderful opportunity to write a letter to you, I don’t want to miss this chance of asking you for a gift of my choice.

I want my perception back.

When I was five, everyone around me was happy; everything in this world looked beautiful and amazing. Even a small rounded stone made me so surprised that I saved it for as long as I forgot that it was with me. I smiled at each and everything which I saw, a bird, a frog, a fish, a sweet, a chili, a cake, a cow,  grass, tree, cycle, car, chair, table and what not, everything.

Then time passes and I was ten. Now I saw most of the people around me were happy but I found few exceptions, I thought there are always exceptions. Now a small rounded stone was a different stone than others, but I never picked it again, there was no surprise element it was just a shape. I smiled, but not on everyone and everything, some birds, chili, chair, tables were not worth my smile.

At the age of fifteen, half of the people around me were unhappy, I don’t know what made them unhappy, but they were, maybe the syllabus was too lengthy and we had exams in the school. A small rounded stone was used to hit the dogs and cats, sometimes on other people too, mind was becoming more destructive. Now I smiled on jokes, exam results, teachers, someone falling and many more but the birds, frogs, trees grass were out of the list.

Time passes, twenty is too much. Everyone seems struggling, but still I managed to find few who were happy, may be nice job or good grades or a girlfriend, but at least few were happy. A small rounded stone either I saw in a fish tank or in a cactus pot, who cares. I smiled when I get funny message, when a girl talks to me, but the teachers, jokes, someone falling were out of the list now, and list was far too small now.

Now I am 25, and believe me nobody is happy. And stones are something which is unacceptable either on the road or the jogging track but acceptable in kidney. I smile only when I am helpless, either because of a bug in the code or because I am not getting work. Only one thing to smile, helplessness…I want my perception back.

Hopefully I will get this gift from you, on the eve of Christmas. Waiting for Christmas and your arrival and will keep an empty sock near my bed.

With hell lot of smiles (I got one more reason to smile)

Admirer of your laugh…

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