I do not want those ear rings of gold. Notice that my ears
are not pierced. Notice that you will spend a couple of thousand bucks on
something I have no use of.
I do not want the platinum necklace. Notice that I will
hesitate to wear it to work, fearing I will misplace it. Notice that it will
grace the almirah locker, and not my nape.
I do not want the hand crafted silk saree. Notice that I do
not know how to drape it. Notice how I hastily adjust my t shirt before
stepping out. Notice that a saree is too much trouble.
I do not want the latest iPhone. Notice how inept I am at
technology. Notice that my HTC performs the same functions, at one fifth the
price.
I do not want the magnificent painting of the Colosseum.
Notice that I have never stepped out of the country. Notice that the painting
is a false hope, a chimera, an illusion.
I do not want the perfume that costs a hundred rupees a
drop. Notice that nature has so many scents to choose from. Notice that the
petrichor of the earth and the citrus of the lemon and the sweetness of the
rose have always been my favourites.
I do not want the dainty diamond studded watch either.
I want the time that it shows.
Your time. With me. Our time.
Together.
Because that, to me, is the perfect gift.
I want your time. Notice that I thrive on it. Notice that
your time is all I have of you. Notice that I long to be a memory from your
past, a truth from your present, a hope for your future. Take notice.
This birthday, gift me time?!
well observed....
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