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Gifts

 With Christmas nearing, the thought of gifts from your parents, or, quite literally everything you own before you get a job, came to my mind.

2015, I am in Spencer's market. (It is a hypermarket near Bhootnath.) 

"Mummy, how much can I buy something for me for?"

"Oh IDK, like a 100 or something."

Lo and behold, began the search of a 9-year-old girl for something in the stationary section for something under ₹100. I ended up buying a purple gluestick.

That amount, a hundred rupees, stuck with me. Even though it has been five years since then, I still feel guilty asking for something which costs more than a hundred rupees. Not that my parents ever enforced that, this feeling just sort of, spontaneously internalized in me.

The same year, my mother introduced the idea of giving me something, however small, every month, preferably the 19th, since my birthday is on 19th July. Sort of like a monthly birthday.

As a result of my parents' persistence, I have always gotten one. However, because, of mine, it has never costed more than a hundred rupees.

That was, with the advent of Covid-19, this October. This year, i got gifts by searching for them on Amazon. However, due to some circumstances, they haven't gotten me any from this October so far. Now, my amount has increased to 300 rupees. I don't know how many items I have added to the wish list at this point. I don't know when will they finally get me one. But I am not worried, since every month the amount increases, making more items available to me. What if I wait like, 10 years and then they have to give me something which costs ₹12000?

Anyway,  I have started my own Sahajayoga memes account on Instagram. New meme every week. But beware, it will only be, if not less, consistent than this blog.


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  1. SuchiDecember 31, 2020 at 8:00 PM

    My heartfelt respect for the way your parents have brought you up.

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  2. smritiMarch 17, 2021 at 11:17 PM

    Funny how the hundred rupee embedded itself into your conscious and remarkable how this a perfect example of the rant called mosaic that one day in spencer and now its become a part of your conscious, the super ego, no matter what reply you got from your mother that day it would have made an impact, a small thing and yet a life changing ripple.....
    :) the next time i see you spend more than a hundred im bring this up lol

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