I am loved abundantly , infact disproportionately , that's the reason I always get flooded with gifts. Even those gifts ,which I do not want .
I am gifted so many lipsticks by one of my cousins , over and over, for many years that I can easily cover the entire China wall with graffiti with these lipsticks.
I have a whole lot of decorative candles in store that will suffice entire Delhi to light up in case of a grid failure .
I even have bags and purses of various shapes and sizes , one of them is a bamboo weaved hand bag which cannot hold more than a folded news paper but can be an excellent penetrating device specially handy while travelling in a crowded bus.
A well meaning friend of mine gifted me with floating candles"these will decoarte the dinner table when you have a party at home"she said. Little does she know that when I have a party at home , I can barely find time to decorate myself in the time available between massive cooking and arrival of first guest . Dinner table would stand poor second here. Anyway, I thanked her and put this floating population of candles along with the permanent resident ones.
I have about half a dozen bangle boxes which I got as a gift in my wedding . Some practical and forsighted people had already invisaged that soon I would be yearning for many hands like Durga devi to churn out the lunches , dinners, fold clothes, roll chapatis ........and in case my wishes were granted , these bangle boxes would accomodate the extra bangles which I would need to wear in those supplementary hands.
I even have a whole lot of cookery books as gifts.Soon after marriage when I would have preffered being invited for dinners rather than cooking them,I only had these books to fend for myself.Obviously there were some people with fishy intentions among the invitees, who thought it better to teach me to fish rather than providing me with one. How I wish , reading receipes could make our stomachs fill.
And did I mention about the volume of crockery I have got which is sufficient to handle atleast a double century of fights between me and my husband just in case we fell short of words.
In case you are inclined to jump on a conclusion that I am complaining about receiving these not so useful gifts , No! not at all. I loved to receive all these gifts because they all convey the same meaning to me that I am loved , remembered and cared for. Its only the utilitarion me who keeps wondering what to do with these gifts.
I am a person very easy to go with. I did not mind it when my husband went to Hyderabad and, on my threatening him not to come back empty handed, bought me a very expensive set of "Bombay Dying "bed sheets.I am not so insensitive to not to understand that it's the feeling and thought behind it which is so important and not the gift per se. Ofcourse I would have been equally pleased if he had bought me pearls instead , but Bombay Dying bed sheets were also fine with me.
Next time , he bought me pearls(from Amritsar) but that's an entirely different story and his personal matter , my fighting and sulking about the colour of bedsheets has nothing to do with it. Afterall every husband gets smart with the passage of time , right ?
I am gifted so many lipsticks by one of my cousins , over and over, for many years that I can easily cover the entire China wall with graffiti with these lipsticks.
I have a whole lot of decorative candles in store that will suffice entire Delhi to light up in case of a grid failure .
I even have bags and purses of various shapes and sizes , one of them is a bamboo weaved hand bag which cannot hold more than a folded news paper but can be an excellent penetrating device specially handy while travelling in a crowded bus.
A well meaning friend of mine gifted me with floating candles"these will decoarte the dinner table when you have a party at home"she said. Little does she know that when I have a party at home , I can barely find time to decorate myself in the time available between massive cooking and arrival of first guest . Dinner table would stand poor second here. Anyway, I thanked her and put this floating population of candles along with the permanent resident ones.
I have about half a dozen bangle boxes which I got as a gift in my wedding . Some practical and forsighted people had already invisaged that soon I would be yearning for many hands like Durga devi to churn out the lunches , dinners, fold clothes, roll chapatis ........and in case my wishes were granted , these bangle boxes would accomodate the extra bangles which I would need to wear in those supplementary hands.
I even have a whole lot of cookery books as gifts.Soon after marriage when I would have preffered being invited for dinners rather than cooking them,I only had these books to fend for myself.Obviously there were some people with fishy intentions among the invitees, who thought it better to teach me to fish rather than providing me with one. How I wish , reading receipes could make our stomachs fill.
And did I mention about the volume of crockery I have got which is sufficient to handle atleast a double century of fights between me and my husband just in case we fell short of words.
In case you are inclined to jump on a conclusion that I am complaining about receiving these not so useful gifts , No! not at all. I loved to receive all these gifts because they all convey the same meaning to me that I am loved , remembered and cared for. Its only the utilitarion me who keeps wondering what to do with these gifts.
I am a person very easy to go with. I did not mind it when my husband went to Hyderabad and, on my threatening him not to come back empty handed, bought me a very expensive set of "Bombay Dying "bed sheets.I am not so insensitive to not to understand that it's the feeling and thought behind it which is so important and not the gift per se. Ofcourse I would have been equally pleased if he had bought me pearls instead , but Bombay Dying bed sheets were also fine with me.
Next time , he bought me pearls(from Amritsar) but that's an entirely different story and his personal matter , my fighting and sulking about the colour of bedsheets has nothing to do with it. Afterall every husband gets smart with the passage of time , right ?
