#52WoG : Something someone gave you #Bhargavi

I am a hoarder. 

Naturally, I have kept a lot of things people have given me over the years. Last year, I felt this need to de-clutter and wanted to throw (sounds too harsh to even say it) away stuff I had kept for so long. 

Easier said than done! Sigh.   

As always, I digress. The post is about something someone gave you and the first thought that flashed through my mind was not about things. Ideally speaking, those are what I am more grateful for.   

Never mind my transgressing mind, I will write about a thing. A thing that has long lost its utility value but is still very precious to me and I am emotionally attached to it.   

We had just started dating. This was 2006. I had recently started working and had no fancy cell phone. The good old Nokia 3310 was my mode of connecting with people. One day he saw me listening to the radio on my phone and asked, “You like listening to music?” I replied, “Yes, on the go. When I am commuting to and from work. But these radio stations play more ads than they play songs.” The conversation went on to other topics.   

He met me that weekend and there was this small gift box waiting for me. Inside the box, lay a Nokia Express Music series small little phone, white in colour and very handy to carry. I fell in love with the phone instantly. I was also very possessive about it. The phone fell, slipped, was thrown (at him, cos he would irritate me with his lame jokes at wrong time) and was abused by my thumbs. Gradually, the worn out phone died on me. But the dead body (with all its cracks from throwing it and missing the aim) still lies with me. Neatly packed in a Blue Gift Wrap. Many phones came and went but they aren't hoarded.   

It was precious to me because it was a gift from him. It was precious because he wanted me to have something better than what I previously owned. It was precious because, it showed his love and care.   

I believe I had said I love you many times.. but I had never said how grateful I was to have found love at that time. I will always be grateful for thing because it will remind me of some of the best times of my life and how I cherish those moments.   

(PS: I had written this days ago but was not too sure if I wanted to post this. Because, I wasn't liking how most of my posts for #52WoG was about him and the irony is that we aren't even together any more. After a lot of thinking, I concluded ..what the heck.. I am grateful for this so I will post this anyway)