I
browsed the website of Snapdeal. I know his choice, because we both have the
same choice in everything. ‘Should I ask mama’s opinion? No... What will I say
to mama? That option won’t do.’ Some thoughts were battling in my mind. I had
decided that I’ll give him a good yet memorable gift from the bottom of my
heart. That gift should be a token of love. I stopped browsing and let the
memories passed through my mind.
We
both had gone for marketing, there we met Gupta uncle. Mr. G.P. Gupta lives in
our neighborhood with his wife. He always took pride on his son, who works for
an MNC and stays in Bangalore. I greeted Mr. Gupta. He smiled at me and started
to blabber about his son again. He took out his new smart phone and showed it
to us. After that, he commented, “it’s the latest one I had bought it last
week. But PC you don’t even have a smart
phone, maybe you’ll not understand the features. I don’t understand are you not
capable of buying or what?” I took offense to that comment. How can he say that
to my...
“Apy,
come here beta. I need your help” My mother’s voice brought me back to reality.
“Yeah, coming mama.” After helping mama, again I lost in the website. Finally,
I selected one, ordered for gift wrap, paid it and gave the address.
******
One
afternoon, my parents and I sat on the sofa. When someone pressed the calling
bell. Papa got up from his seat and went to respond. He came back with a parcel
and confusion was written all over his face. “Someone sends me a parcel?” he
said, sounding more of a question than a statement. He peeled off the wrapper
to find a smart phone. He asked me, “What is this beta? Why did you buy it for
me? Where did you take the money?”
“Papa,
first sit down. I earned that money through blogging. And I feel like spending
that money for you, that’s why...” I looked calm, quite and composite. “Beta,
but I thought that you are saving that money for your new phone.” He looked
concerned. “I was papa, but I changed my mind. Now I’ll earn more to buy a new
phone for me. Let that topic go papa. Do you like the phone?” He looked at me for several moments.
“I
love it. I feel proud of you. I’ll show it to everyone saying my daughter has
gifted me from her earnings.” He was radiated with pride. He hugged me. He
smiled and I saw tears forming from his eyes. Those were the tears of joy. For
me, that is a moment to remember. I was more than happy to see him happy.
This
is my ‘Dil ki Deal story’. Actually, this isn't a story. It happened...
Nice one...keep it up and keep it going!
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