i had got something for her already, but did not know what to buy for him and hence ended up empty handed at their dwelling. i had planned on giving her the present on the day of the festival but she knew i had got somehing for her. he on the other hand did not ask me anything.
late at night, out of sheer guilt and love, i ran out and bought him a shirt without his knowledge.
'how much did it cost', was his first question when he saw the shirt the next morning. i have known him for 24years now and did not see the reason to evade the question. 'RS.700' said I.
he gave a shocked expression and said 'i wouold have bought 3 shirts for this money. Why did you spend so much.thank u'. that was his way of showing love. He was born in a different generation, a generation where money was valued, where people believed in buying only necessities and nothing more, where every paise saved was a paise gained.
i tried to hide the tears glistening at corners of my eyes, knowing how much this meant to him, my dad.
7 comments:
sweet.... i remember how difficult it was to think of a gift for my father, his simplicity came in the way!!
it is.
:)
well, i found it hard to get my mother a gift. Dad and sis made their demands, and made my pocket a lot lighter....mom just said "nee vanda ennaku porum"...
I thought a lot about the gift but settled for a watch :) but she loves it!
Yes, this is. The strength and power in simplicity, the kind that'll not be as common as years pass.
:) sweet!
gauri:
simplicity is a thing of the past now i guess.
dharma:
:)
kaushik:
that s sweet
anil P:
very true
neha:
:)thanks
nice. well written!! moving...
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