There are days when life springs upon you some beautiful
gift. No, I am not trying to get philosophical here. I am talking about real
material gifts. Yeah, that happens.
And it happened to me a few days ago…
Well, a few couple of months ago I had visited my parents in
Bombay. Every time that I go to Bombay, my mother brings out some thing or the
other that she would have stored away years ago and now doesn't know what to do
with it. (Which is a lie. She, just like all mothers, want to give away all the
lovely things that she has ever stored (and that is quite a bit) away to her
daughters.)
So this time around she climbed up to a loft in the house
and bought out something wrapped in newspaper. Mummy had got this for her from Japan, she told me, as she unwrapped the newspaper. Out came the
most pretty looking, white, with pink cherry blossom, ceramic jar.
“Do you want this”, she asked.
I? Of course I do. It was
one of the daintiest thing I would ever own.
“Are you sure, you don’t want it”, I asked her. Already
knowing the answer. It is always the same after all – No, I have a lot of jars.
So there I was admiring it. I opened the lid. The inside was
stuffed with newspaper too. I let that be, closed the lid, wrapped it in the
newspaper again and packed it in my bag immediately.
Back home I kept the jar safe in a cupboard. A few day ago,
I suddenly remembered about the jar and fetched it to store some orange
drops.
As I got the stuffed newspaper out from the jar, it seemed
unusually heavy to me. Prying through it carefully, I stumbled upon this.
This. Most. Gorgeous. Glass. Pendant. Ever.
I just held it in my palm for a while. I was love at first
sight. It was BEAUTIFUL.
I then called up my mother and asked her if Mummy ever
mentioned the pendant to her. She said no, which was weird because Mummy was
not the sorts who would forget to mention something like this.
So I don’t know, if that pendant was ever meant to be mine, or if it was a mistake. But I know one thing that it is my most beloved thing for the moment and I am not going to part with it.
So if anyone else in the family is reading this, don’t you
dare come claiming and asking for it, because I am not giving it to you.
I will take it as my birthday gift from mummy and wear it
all day today as I celebrate 35 years of life. I was, after all, her favourite
niece.
Happy birthday to me. :)
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ReplyDeleteLots of love, and happy wala birthday! Have a serendipitous year ahead. :)
Thank you. :D
DeleteLove it :) this is such a real read D, muah ! love you ! And Happy Birthday once again !
ReplyDeleteThank you so much :*
Deletehey,are you the one from manyavar commercial shown at pvr cinemas.you look similar.:-)
ReplyDeleteI am not, Alex. But thanks. I take that as a compliment. :)
Deletehmm cool,you celebrate birthdays. i never celebrated one cuz south indian upbringing, where birthdays are not so important.when i was kid,b'day means head bath and mom makes ghee porridge by the time i return from school.our culture is such a way that we should not get carried away by consumerism and life should be without expectations,then only kid will grow into wholesome human and will be down to earth which keeps people really happy.
ReplyDeleteat 35,you still long for b'day gifts,i was smiling while reading blog post :-). below is manyavar video that i have seen at pvr.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kyll7EZRBQE
I don't celebrate my birthdays. But I love birthdays. I feel happy on my birthday. :D
DeleteAnd I do long for gifts (Not that I get them always, but I do long for them :D)
Thanks. I am glad my post made you smile. :)
I have seen the manyavar video. I guess it is the curls that made you think of the resemblance. :D
It is such a beautiful and different-looking pendant! I am sure this unexpected gift made your day :)
ReplyDeletePoints To Ponder
It did. It totally did. :)
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