I know, I know. It is Christmas time and I should be a good girl, else Santa will not get me my presents. I have been hearing that since I was a kid. I used to wonder then how Santa could climb down chimneys and not become black. Also, how sitting in some nondescript village somewhere near the North Pole, he knew what I wanted. I never wrote him a letter, yet my presents reached me just fine. I am grown up now, and Santa doesn't keep gifts for me under our neighbour's Christmas tree anymore. I buy what I need. Yet, there are so many things I wish for... I wish I had peace of mind. The drudgery and hectic pace of life drains me. I hardly know when one day ends and the next begins. I wish I could be gentler to those around me, especially my loved ones. It's over a fortnight since I called up home. I know my parents are worried about my health, my hectic schedule. Yet, I snap at them when they call me up. I am grown-up, I tell them, I can take care of myself. And my colleagues. They are like family to me... and yet, how many times have I gone out of my way, to someone's desk, to say hello? I wish I were more patient. Not just with others, but with myself too. Give people the space they need and recognise that I am no superwoman. I wish I could give more and ask less. I wish I took time out to share my blessings with someone less fortunate. Take food to a shelter for the homeless, or donate my time to charity. If only I could take five minutes from my hectic schedule each day and do one good deed... I wish I were more appreciative of people and of life. I wish I'd say thanks more often to rickshaw-wallahs who pull my weight, to the guard who opens the door at office, to my maid who washes my soiled clothes... To the so many other 'insignificant' people I take for granted. I wish I would be able to appreciate the beauty of a sunset, the chirping of birds lost in the din of traffic, the wild flowers on the sidewalk, the clouds in the sky. I wish I could be one with nature and say thanks for all the exquisiteness around me. And though I wish only for myself, it is not because I am selfish. It is because I can change just me. And even though I wish Santa could wrap all these things and drop them in my stockings, I know I have to work to make these wishes come true. There are so many little things that we dismiss in our quest for 'bigger' things in life. Deadlines will always be there. But Christmas comes just once a year. Mansi Bhatia wishes you all a Merry Christmas. Tell us what you think of this diary Be part of an exciting venture! Write a Diary!
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