Christmas Gift

It was 2 AM. Jijo's eyes at the bedroom ceiling. As the time of Neha's flight to NY passed Jijo felt helpless. He won’t see her for 2 long years. Jijo's eyes turned moist.  

Suddenly, the phone vibrated. A local landline number.

-Hey, still awake?

-Neha??! Still here?

-Yup. Cancelled the ticket last week. Another month here.

-And you didn't tell me?

-This is your Christmas gift. Now go get some sleep.