This past week I have been torturing K with questions and admonitions about my gift. I have given him a thousand pointers about what I would like and why I deserve a gift for my birthday. I get tickled by the torment that is evident on his face. “You are always with me, where do I have the time to pick a gift?” he pleads. Another time he says, you pick your gift, I will pay for it. Yet another moment, he says it is too much pressure.
Sitting on the steps that lead to the upper level in my home, inhaling the smell of frying Okra I reflect on what the past year has meant to me. Would this year count as the one where I reclaimed my life back? Would it be the year which saw me take baby steps to the corner office with a view? There are many ways to look at the days past since the last time I looked back at my life with a hint of reflection.
Perhaps, it is the twinkling lights that I can see from my window or the slanting rays of the Sun promising new beginnings, I can only remember positive things about the year gone by. I remember being happy most of the time. There were the meltdowns, but they were far and few in between. As a couple K and I had a remarkably amicable year. Professionally, this year has been better than any before. Friends and family have been in touch throughout and I have often woken up feeling lucky about the people in my life.
Each time K asks me to pick a gift, I look at things online but honestly can’t think of one thing that would make my life happier. The one material object that would make my Birthday memorable in a stand out way.
So, K if you are reading this today, when I ask for a gift, it does not have to be material. It could be an old picture embedded in a word doc with a note from you. Or a childish scribbling on MS Paint. It could be the offer to sit through our wedding video with me. Or leaving a note in my office mailbox for me to find. It is about the fact that I want you to let me know you are thinking of me and want to make me feel special. Women are like that you know. At least some.
It’s not that I will not appreciate the handbag I have been pestering you for :p. All I am saying is that you do not have to rush mid day today before the stores close to get it for me. :p
PS: Any of the things I have mentioned in this post are ruled out. You have to think of something original 🙂