You might have read that simple yet superb story entitled "The Gift of the Magi." The moral of the lovely and most touching story is that a real gift is from the heart, and hence always centers around what the receiver adores.
Both my brothers proved this Diwali how faithful this signification of a true gift is. Well, I adore idlis. This morning at 7.30-ish, Sanju, my brother, made me the most luscious, softest idli's with the perfect coconut/coriander/ginger chutney. Divine the dish tasted, offered literally on a platter as it was.
On the Laxmi Poojan day, I was with Raju, the elder between them. My coffee connect is well-known in our family. In soft tones, he asked his daughter-in-law if she would make coffee for the breakfast. One of the nicest cuppa's it was.
This Raksha Bandhan day, Raju himself prepared the ideal most masala mix tea. So wonderful was the taste that a coffee person like me fell for it.
I suppose, such heartfelt actions without much ado are the bestest gifts. Some sick people may think that I did not get the other typical gifts. Well, not to worry, weirdos! I did get them. But such typical gifts can never be as ever-lasting as these moments and momentous memories.
Well, like the father's, the brother's love is the most selfless. There are hardly any expectations in return. Busy with their lives, they may not meet me every day. Hardly matters at all. I know very well that they sure would be there if and when the need arises! That re-assurance revived yet again is the real Bhaubeej gift, and I treasure it the most!
Pratima@"The heart of the giver makes the gift precious," says Martin Luther, the great monk, who literally made German a language and initiated Protestantism.
Rather like our Sant Dnyaneshwar who initiated a social and signification revolution by translating the Geeta in to Marathi, then just a mere dialect, one among many! As they say, great souls think alike.
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