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A Unique Gift Idea! 💛



I've written before on how much I love gifting. Getting things customized, wrapping them with a cute gifting paper, and putting a nice, bouncy ribbon on it. This is how every gift looks. What is 'Joy of gifting' if not the joy of giving. Gifting is more often to see a happy reaction, happy tears, and to receive tight hugs. I think that's all we expect in return.

Some friends point at the things they like while window shopping or send links/screenshot of the things they want. This makes gifting easier. After all, after years of friendship, there's no need to be formal. Everybody doesn't do that. There are times I don't understand what to gift someone. There are many reasons to it. Either that person already has everything he/she wants in life( I mean, all the material things) or they are capable enough to buy it anytime they wish to. It is difficult to think of something *out of the world* for someone who has everything they need or want. Have you faced this difficulty while gifting someone really close to you?


Mom & Dad. Whatever you gift these adorable humans, it is always going to less in front of what they do or what they've done for us. Even if we go out of our way, it is never enough. They'll act surprised. Maybe, they'll really like something. They'll have happy tears. Yup. That's it. We always feel we could have given more, when, in fact, even the smallest thing can bring a smile to their face. They're the only ones who never ask for anything.


This year, I had decided to gift mom a saree. I went to saree shops independently for the first time. There were so many materials. I had no clue which one mom likes. I didn't even have a 3D vision to imagine how a saree would look on her. I surfed through websites and saved screenshots. There were several rounds of swiping left and swiping right in my gallery to pick on a nice saree. I came to a conclusion. This was not my cup of tea. I cannot gift a saree for the sake of it. So I started searching for something else.


I was scrolling my Facebook feed when I came across a picture of a little girl named Rushda Altaf. She's 10 years old. Her medical condition was clearly mentioned. This post was sponsored by Milaap Foundation. I clicked on it, read all the information and decided to donate. That's when they gave me two options:

1) Donate as Anonymous
2) Donate on behalf of someone else

And I selected: donate on behalf of someone else. There, I entered mom's name. I donated the amount I had saved for mom's gift. I got a mail saying "[Mom's Name], You're awesome". I saved that mail and sent it to my mom as her birthday gift. Her reaction was priceless.


Giving mom her gift and giving someone a gift of life was an experience I'm grateful for. I don't know if Rushda will benefit enough from that amount, but I did my bit, and I'm happy. I'm praying she gets well real soon.


Life itself is a gift. We don't understand it till we realise we only have one. Such gifts don't touch a single life, they help recreating and rebuilding happiness and strength of an entire family. I don't think Rushda's family is asking for anything else from the universe. All they want is to take home their little one soon.


A small donation can help more lives than you can imagine. So, if next time, you can't think of anything to give to your close ones, please consider this. It'll do wonders.

For now, if you wish to help Rushda get back on track, click on the link below to do your bit. It feels amazing. Trust me.


https://milaap.org/fundraisers/help-rushda-altaf-1?utm_source=whatsapp&utm_medium=thank_you&mlp_referrer_id=2039153



Lots of love and prayers to Rushda and her family.


Live and let live!

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