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Stake- Samskoli Tis the night before Christmas, Our village in coastal Maharashtra was unusually quiet, the kind of silence that presses against your ears. The Christmas star hung outside our house swayed even though there was no wind. Midnight mass had ended, and the road leading to the church was empty—except for a single set of footprints. They weren’t human. At 12:12 a.m., the electricity died. The oil lamp in the prayer room flared on its own, casting shadows that stretched too long along the walls. From the backyard came the sound of something dragging across dry leaves. Chrrr… chrrr… My aunt once told me a story after too much feni: “If you hear footsteps on Christmas night, don’t look back. The Kala Santa walks then—he doesn’t bring gifts, he returns memories.” I made the mistake of looking. A figure stood near the mango tree, wrapped in torn red cloth darkened by age. His beard hung like burnt cotton, and bells tied to his ankles rang softly—but not together, as if one leg belonged to someone else. “Samskoli,” he called, pronouncing my name perfectly, lovingly. The Christmas crib inside the house began to crack. Mary’s statue wept black liquid. Baby Jesus’ eyes slowly closed. “You forgot,” the figure said, stepping closer. The ground beneath him turned cold, frost spreading in thin white lines. “Last year, you asked me to take something away.” My chest tightened. I remembered that night—kneeling, desperate, whispering a wish I never spoke aloud again. “I didn’t know you were listening,” I said. He opened his sack. Inside were small wrapped boxes, each humming softly. He handed me one. My hands burned when I touched it. “Every wish is a contract,” Kala Santa whispered. “And Christmas is when we collect.” The bells rang louder. The lamp went out. When the lights came back, dawn was breaking. The mango tree was normal. No footprints. No frost. But beside my bed lay a small red box. Inside was a mirror. And in it, something smiled back at me— a little later than I did. Outside, far away, bells rang once more, fading into the morning air.

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