Dear Friend..Truly Yours!!

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The Gupshup session with the friends, discussing the luxuries of life and the topic of branded watches. While my friends were flaunting their Tissot, Rolex, CK or Michael Kors, I gave a look at my wrist..the glow on my face was enough to lit the whole cafeteria for that moment. But what is so special in this Sonata watch which makes the other watches less important which I bought or possess.
Its not a simple time piece. But a habit which I am wearing on me for last 9 years. Both the gift and the occasion were special.
This was a gift from my best childhood friend from Dehradun, Why this gift is special over others when you receive gifts multiple times a year now a days?
Well,it was the first thing she bought after getting her first salary ever from her dream job of a State Govt School teacher. We have different impression of such jobs nowadays when we think it is one of the most easiest job ever to teach few children. This easiest job become tough when the area of your job is very insurmountable as the place is located in the toughest hills of Almora and there are only two buses which commutes from the main town daily.
She is not in Facebook, She is not even in a reachable place where I can call to wish her on her birthday. She is out for her social service to a very remote village in Uttarakhand, Forget internet, forget phones, people have not even seen the minimum of technology there. She is bringing changes, She is educating the people there, making a big difference in their life, she brought solar power street lights there. While on a holiday to her place few years back, I was lucky to see what job and its success actually means to a person when she dedicates her life for the people. I was a witness how a simple girl can bring difference to many lives. I was a witness where I saw how the villagers respect and love her truly and it is the best gift one can earn.
I don't have enough words to say how much I value her friendship.She may be unreachable over phone but the watch gifted by her is still going long and reminds me of the strong bond she had once tied on my hands..This is just an accolade to our 19 years of old friendship! Today is her birthday and this writeup is a very small gift from my side.

Comments

  1. Effloresce4 March 2021 at 07:03

    Gifts are always precious and priceless because they have emotions attached with them.
    Time to time they keep reminding us of the person who gifted us...suddenly a flash of memories pass by our mind as soon as we have a glimpse of it.

    I loved reading your blog because it does many things at the same time..it shows your gratitude, your bonding with a dear friend of yours, the importance of a gift, the courage of a girl , the relentless hard working attitude of a person under constraints to bring in a change in the society and many more things which I can feel but difficult to pen down.

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