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I sniffed in my sleep as I smelled a sweet odour making its way into my room through the open window as it painted my dreams with magic and hope. It wasn't much later that a cool breeze from the same window slapped my face and woke me up fully.

Just as I got up from my bed and raised my arms to stretch, my shoulders felt a bit heavier than usual- which could be blamed on my sitting across the computer screen all day long in an uncomfortable posture.

I quickly got ready within half an hour- I don't quite do makeup- so getting ready doesn't take more than that. Moreover, it wasn't like I had to go outside, I just had to go downstairs to greet our relatives who had arrived on Christmas.

"Merry Christmas, Sweety!" My mother said as she pulled me into a tight hug.

I wished her back and greeted all my relatives with the same smile plastered on my face. "Merry Christmas, Uncle." "Merry Christmas, Aunt."

"Alright, I'll take leave. I've got some work to do." I said as I walked out of the room.

It was always the most tiresome task to sit there with those same relatives who'll throw up the questions of studies on my face. They don't even properly ask me how I am. All they ask is studies and studies and well-studies. Or occasionally, they might as well throw some random tantrums and make their kids hate me by asking them to be like me.

After a while, I was in my room- sitting on my bed with my head against the wall.

The noise of ringing bells caught my attention. It's the voice of little children singing Christmas Carols and receiving a ride in Santa's sleigh.

Not the real Santa sleigh- but the senior people here disguised as Santa and gave children rides and gifts and fake beliefs that something as enchanted as this could exist.

I feel real pity for those gullible little souls. One day, they'll grow up out of this magical land of dreams and fairies, joining the actual world where their overstrained minds would be too sophisticated to even give a glance towards the Christmas Festivities illuminating the city.

These adults concoct such stories about Christmas and magic, simply stringing us along.

Ah! How they tricked kids into believing that Santa was real.

Anyways, where had Santa been all these years for me?

I can't bear these Christmas sounds, the expectation of incoming Santa and kids being thrown into a delusional world. All these Christmas sounds were entering my clouds of thoughts through the little window where the winter sun glinted off like sparkles of magic.

"Ah, it's making my thoughts so absurd already." I winced to myself.

So, to thwart me from getting such bizarre thoughts, I sprinted towards that window-which brought back all those heart-wrenching memories of shattered beliefs and busted hopes-the window which made me travel back to that time when the smile was still bright and joy was still in sight, when worries were non-existent and a nonchalant mind survived. That window-from where I could hear those Christmas bells and cheerfulness of a past me alive.
I reached towards it to close it.

The sun instantly shone in my eyes causing me to shut my eyes close and abruptly something hit my head. I wonder why I didn't pass out. I looked around and realized that I was floating in the air.

Or maybe.

"It's the wings!" I swirled around to have a look. They were my wings. As far as my memory goes, I've never had wings on my back ever since childhood. Then, how out of nowhere do they emerge?

Wait.

Let me trace back through my memory lane.

Yesterday, before sleeping-
I cried on my bed, sobbed about my hectic life and continuous effort to live up to everyone's expectations. I had shouted outside the window- "Santa! If you are real, give me wings so that I can fly- I can fly freely and live my life according to my dreams."

I cried for a while and then opened a book and read it until I fell asleep.

So, did SANTA grant my wish? Well, he verified that he's real.

But how could it be? Was the intensity of my words so much so that Santa granted such a wish?

But, he took my wish too "literally". I meant freedom, not wings to fly as such. What am I supposed to do with these wings?

"Mother! I'm going outside." I said from upstairs.

"What? Go go, enjoy Christmas!" My mother said and I could hear the joy in her words.

Of course, it was because my parents always encouraged me to go outside and see the city during Christmas but I constantly refused.

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I was literally swimming across the clouds. The sky was as blue as the sea. The trees waving at me, the birds racing with me, the world below me-where every building was lit up and the city was sparkling with fairy lights which looked like stars twinkling bright, even in the presence of the sun.

Actually, it's not really a bad idea to give a proper glance at the illuminating city on Christmas, even if you are adults with sophisticated minds.

Am I contradicting myself? Well-yes.

I just wonder how the city looked at night. All these years, I totally wasted my Christmas by ignoring this fascinating view.

Magic is purely in the air. Maybe, my unpleasant impression regarding magic is already changing and I am beginning to realize that I had been a grinch to have ignored the magnificence of Christmas.

Yet, I can't deny that in order to keep up with everyone's expectations, anyone would find themselves restricted from freedom and enjoyment.

Suddenly, I saw him!

Him - like literally! It was - "Brayden Renner", the latest teenage sensation and crush of literally every girl out there, excluding me though. He seems to be a bit egoistic because of his sudden flood of interviews and television appearances, it's like he has done some evil spell on the entire teenage population. He's my age, but the life he's living and the fame he has gained is something I might not attain even if I break a meteor that was going to destroy the Earth because as usual someone else will take the credit or call it a mere coincident that I happened to be the one to save the Earth. This boy seemed too pretentious. In every interview, he's talking about life and gushing about his love for his parents. Such a show-off. Emotionally capturing the hearts of people who don't fall for his charms. He's a pro at creating fans.

With these thoughts wandering my mind, I realised that I had been following him for quite some time now. Some people, probably his bodyguards were leading him somewhere. His expressions were- unreadable.

No matter how much I hated him. He was still a star, so- I naturally would want to follow him for a while. I have never met any famous personality in my life.

Not that I wanted to meet him though, just following for some time.

Curiosity must be blamed.

I can say that he lived in a terrible place, so old fashioned and crooked. I felt like I've come to some stone era or something. He's too rich to put up with such an environment.

Suddenly, he punched one of those men and tried to run away only to be back in their grasp again. They glowered at him and clasped him more tightly.

That's when it hit me- They were kidnapping him!

"Oh, what timing. I had to be here in such a situation." I sighed in disbelief.

Now, how on Earth do I save him? Out of humanity- I must save him! Yet, if I try to go near him, theirs a good probability that I myself could land into trouble.

They were holding him too tightly. How could I free him?

I decided to complain to the cops.

"Lucky me! I forgot my mobile." I slapped myself.

So, I decided to quickly go and inform the cops.

Suddenly a thought popped in my head, "What if they do something wrong to him while I'm away? What if by the time the cops arrive, they already would do something harmful to him." I asked myself rhetorically.

Of course, I had to keep an eye on him and look for the right chance to save him.

I looked the entire house with a bird's eye view and discovered that I could enter there through an open window. It was big enough for the petite me to pass through it.

I waited till they took him inside and looked through the window. They pushed him on the floor and tied both of his hands together. Then, they tied him to a pillar. The window was much above, so their was no way that he could escape by himself even through the window.

But since I had the wings, so I could effortlessly go inside.

They said something to him, which wasn't loud enough for me to be able to hear. Not much later, I saw him angrily speaking something to them with his face held high.

Was he literally not scared? How could he talk back to them so angrily knowing that they have harmful types of equipment? He was simply increasing my trouble!

One of those kidnappers spoke something and left with a smirk. After him, one by one everyone left. The last one who left shouted something and then he too left.

I saw them leaving the house and at a distance they got into a car.

"It's not possible that they'll leave him here alone. Therefore, their must be someone else inside the house as well to keep a check on him." I spoke to myself.

I had to be extremely careful.

I sighed and gaining strength decided to head towards him.

Soon, I was standing right in front of him. His face rested against the wall, with his eyes shut and through one of his eyes- I saw a tear escaping.

I never expected someone like him to cry. Just a moment ago, he was acting so cool and showing attitude and expressing anger towards those kidnappers. Now, when they had left- he was crying.
"Prententious boy."I rolled my eyes.

He suddenly opened his eyes and winced which made his head hit the pillar.

"Hey! Are you okay?" I said rubbing his head.

"Who are you?" He asked after clearing his throat.

Why on Earth did I need to touch his head. "Out of humanity."I answered my mind.

"What?" He asked.

"Oh..sorry. I wasn't talking to you."

"I don't see anyone except me and you here nor do I see any bluetooth in your ears."

"Can't I talk to myself?" I whispered angrily.

He winced again, once more hitting his head.

"Do you like hitting your head again and again. Now I get it, why you behave so wierdly- because of this habit of hitting your head." I chuckled.

He looked at me with a probably puzzled look.

"Ummm...well, I'm hear to save you." I said.

"Save me? How did you enter the house? Theirs a man at the entrance, one of those kidnappers told me before leaving. Didn't he stop you?"

"Oh...I knew they must have left someone to keep an eye on you."

"So..are you one of them? Why did you lie that you are here to save me?" He screeched with anger.

"What are you saying? Stop shouting! He'll come here."

I suddenly heard footsteps approaching the door, "Look now, do you want to be saved or not?" I scowled at him and frantically hid myself behind a huge almirah.