Best gift ever

A response to the daily prompt :

By Hand

What’s the best present you’ve ever received that was handmade by the giver, not store-bought? Tell us what made it so special?


Thinking about the best handmade presents till date , there are two that come to my mind instantly.

In my childhood being a stubborn kid, I often used to make many demands which my parents found difficult to fulfill. The reason being that the place where my father was posted as a doctor was a tribal area and no such thing as a market existed there. It was one of those days that I decided I wanted an elephant toy. My mother unable to calm me down decided to make one and it took her a lot of time,skill and patience . But what she created by magic of her skillful hands is more dear to me than any other gift , a beautiful cotton soft elephant with detailed stitching patterns that harbors love of a mother for her child.

Then there’s the one that was gifted to me recently by one of my best friends on my birthday. At first glance the card looks fairly simple , but for someone who hasn’t painted in years it’s quite a big feat . Doing something that one is good at is quite easy, but trying something new ,that too for others requires lot of compassion and love.The careful neat handwriting at the front and the so-cute balloons and toffees drawn on the inside are as sweet as a child’s drawing.

A gift even a handmade one doesn’t need to be a masterpiece , not even perfect , it just needs to be one from the heart.

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The way things were

A response to the Daily Prompt …..   Let It Be

A restaurant that removed your favorite item from the menu, a bad cover of a great song… Write a post about something that should’ve been left untouched, but wasn’t.Why was the original better?


My mother often talks about how things were when she was a child . The glimmer that I see in her eyes at that moment leaves me wondering if the era of modernisation has really done us any good when it comes to humanity , to compassion or have we all completely forgotten our roots . Do we need to go back and learn the lessons of solidarity from our elders?????

She grew up in a joint family and being landlords they resided in havelis that spread over acres of land. During festivals neighbour cum relatives vied with each other  , each one of them putting up his best decorations. Festive processions , gatherings , music and dance used to go on for the whole night .They had ample time on their hands to go knocking at the neighbour’s door, to sit together and discuss all that mattered, to find out if others are doing well too . There was a sense of unity , a feeling that you are secure ,that someone other than your close ones looks out for you too.

A lot has changed now …..modernisation happened …people moved to towns forsaking their roots in search of better lives.But the question is, are we happy or more content with our lives than the people back then or have the multiple deadlines and desires left us with no space to think of someone else.

The centuries old  havelis now lie in ruins. Most of them have been replaced by new constructions. But among the few that are left ,you can still see the detailed architecture ,the hand-painted ceilings the beautifully carved window frames and doors. The havelis still tell their magnificent story of wonderful times when a colony was not one of families but a family itself.