A million dollar gift
I
returned from my college after attending regular classes that day and threw my
bag carelessly on my bed which was placed at one corner of my room. Then I
pulled my chair and sat hopelessly. I was upset because of my end-sem which was
about to commence from next week. My
birthday coincidently felt on the very first day of exam. So, going home for me
had now become a dream. I celebrated every birthday of mine with my family. But
this time, I would miss this celebration. I became gloomy and stared outside at
the greenery from my window panes but didn't find those interesting.
I
started rewinding the memories associated with the celebration of my birthdays
at home. Blowing candles, cutting cakes, savoring delicacies, dancing and
singing loudly with my cousins and friends were the sequence of events
performed on my birthday each year. At the end, a group photographs with all
family members and friends just an icing on cake. I felt very nostalgic when I tried to walk
over those memory lanes connecting those incidences.
A
phone call disrupted the sequence of my thoughts. It was a call from my mom. Initially
I did not want to disclose my worries. Later I narrated the entire story.
Me: Mom you know that
my end-sem is going to get started next week??
Mom: So, haven’t you
prepared for that?? If not, then start preparing from today. Why are you so
much worried?? (She pretended as if she didn’t know my birthday falling in the
coming week)
Me: Please mom, just
try to understand. I will not be able to come to home next week. My birthday
will be then.
Mom: Don’t worry for
that we will celebrate once you return back from hostel. Now, don’t be silly.
Me: What about my
gifts??
Mom: That you are going
get after your birthday. Now, don’t ask me many questions. Focus on your study.
Bye
Me: Okay mom. Bye.
Then one of my friends
knocked the door. I opened to find she had invited me to join her for walk. I
felt relaxed after making her listen my worries.
Exactly after one week………
I
was flooded with phone calls from mid night from many people. After completing
my exam in institute, I returned back to my hostel. I was surprised to find a
gift wrapped with pink coloured glazing cover. I was elated and without taking
much time, I started to unwrap it. I found a collection of motivational books
which my father had presented me. These were “Think and grow rich” by Napolean
Hill, “Who will cry when you die” and “A monk who sold his Ferrari” by Robin
Sharma and “Seven spiritual laws of Success” By Deepak Chopra. My eyes fell
over the sticker of Flipkart along with a tag of 27 coupons. Flipkart has got a
wide range of products of varying prices. We had been regularly availing the facilities
of e-commerce. The tag of 27 coupons seemed unfamiliar to me as I was seeing it
for the first time. Then Google came to my rescue. From Google I got the information about 27 Coupons which is a
service dealing with many stores of India like Flipkart. It provides attractive
discounts on customer goods. After enquiring about this, I learnt that I had
got these five books at such a discount which I would have never got had I
purchased from the book store. All the credit goes to 27 coupons for saving money
and most importantly time. What can be a better option than getting your
favourite stuffs at your doorstep at nominal prices without moving an inch
from your home?
I
had already demanded these books before but never knew that I would get these
on my birthday. It was a million dollar gift for me from my father. I would
call it “A million dollar gift” because it was more precious for that moment.
Last but not the least; I would never forget to thank Flipkart for making my
day special with those books.
SWETA SARANGI
29.3.2015
Great story Sweta! Happy belated birthday! :o)
ReplyDeleteThanks for reading and my birthday is yet to come!! :)
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