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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Christmas Gifts (11/13/08)

TITLE: THE WARMTH
By aditi sachdev
11/16/08


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Whoever knew the feelings in my heart at that point of time.I was away from my family,friends…..well everything that I loved the most.The most …..had I realized it earlier?
I had always mocked at emotions, relations and never realized what was that ‘warmth’ that people nagged about. I realized it in the chilly cold winter of New York. My fate had me brought me here from my land-India,just two months before ‘Diwali’. Diwali is the festival that every Indian awaits as one awaits ‘Christmas’ here.
I couldn’t celebrate Diwali with my close ones this time. I had wanted to run back to them …but my job held me back. I t was just two months back that my company had sent me here ,I couldn’t let them down. Tears rolled down my cheeks and froze.
I was trying to enjoy myself at workplace…..yes I was trying hard! It was only then that Kelly became my one and only friend over there. Today ,I genuinely feel that she knew what I was going through.
My mother rang me up on Diwali –28th October
“So Ammu, how is everything over there…..? I hope you are eating well….”
“Yes , mother , ofcourse…..you needn’t worry…..”
“Ammu,child……what is wrong…..are you crying?”
“No , everything is alright….”
“Ok….talk to your father now….he has been waiting for long….”
Oh mom, ….you haven’t left that habit of jabbering on the phone…bye…I will call you later…bye.. take care” I hung the phone,wishing my would not call back.She could sense me, even when she was so far away.
Minutes, days, months and everything else just passed by. The feeling to rush back home,was still the same. On Christmas however,things changed for me…’the not so tuff guy’
On Christmas , most of my colleagues had already gone for holidays. Kelly flew back to her mother, with her two kids. Some unlucky ones, who were still there in office on that day,wre discussing about carols, gifts, celebrations………. I was obviously not invited to be part of their ‘joy’,or may be they tried and I just didn’t care to notice. Whatever it was, I was feeling worse now.
As I was turning the keys,my neighbour, Mr.Jhonson called me.
“Hey son….back home ?”
“Merry Christmas,Mr.Jhonson……”
“The other day a lady had left the parcel for you….so just thought of giving you…”
“Thank you….sir”
I just ripped the parcel. Inside was cream coloured pullover….and what was this? A letter!!!
“Hey Amy….Merry Christmas!! This is for you….hope you like it…
miss you loads!---Kelly"
The frozen tears had found their way now,as they drenched my cheeks. As I held the pullover near my face ,I told myself……’its warm enough,….Merry Christmas Amy.”


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cindy yarger11/22/08
Good story. I'm guessing that English is not your first language, so that makes it even more special that you wrote this. You might have someone read your next story before you send it so they can help you with the little grammar errors. The key is keep writing - you are doing very well and your expressions are good.