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BEEN THERE… DONE THAT!
What do you want for your birthday? He asked her. There we go again, she thought. Twenty five years and he has not learnt to surprise me …What if she told him she wanted a Mercedes… or a Rolex… or an exclusive holiday to
Monaco
? Or should she tell him she wanted him to take her to De Beers… or get her the pair of crystal macaws from the Swarovski showroom… She looked at him. Her silence was starting to irritate him. She could see that small pulsing nerve at the side of the temple…
She wanted to say, ‘surprise me’… but the last time she had said that he had bought her a vacuum cleaner …One year she had told him, ‘a video camera’….because she knew he was longing to buy one…She had stopped dropping subtle hints months beforehand… He could hardly spell the word ‘subtle’, let alone understand its nuances. If she left the choice to him, he’d buy her gold…Gold was his obsession…his Achilles’ heel… his idea of a perfect gift…It is sensible to buy gold, he’d say… In case of emergency you can sell it….or you can give it to your daughter in law…So year after year, gold ornaments got locked away in the bank locker… Last year she had put her foot down. I want Davidoff’s perfume… and only that. She loved that summer fragrance… light and cool…
She could see furrows forming on his forehead now… She actually wanted a rolltop writing desk, the one like her grandpa’s… but he had already refused, saying it was a waste of money, for there was no way they could ship it home when they completed their expatriate existence… She’d prefer a book…but he’d never understand… A 42” TV? What’s wrong with our 29 inches one? It works perfectly …! A pair of Manolos? A Gucci handbag? What a waste of good money on fripperies!... Sigh…. It was a no-win situation… She looked up at him with a dazzling smile… I need a gold bangle, she said, the ‘Kada’ like thing we saw Mrs. XYZ wearing… Great! He said enthusiastically… We’ll get it this weekend… But my birthday is only next month, she wanted to say… She didn’t. He looked happy. She shrugged away her discontent. At least he remembered her birthdays…
She could see furrows forming on his forehead now… She actually wanted a rolltop writing desk, the one like her grandpa’s… but he had already refused, saying it was a waste of money, for there was no way they could ship it home when they completed their expatriate existence… She’d prefer a book…but he’d never understand… A 42” TV? What’s wrong with our 29 inches one? It works perfectly …! A pair of Manolos? A Gucci handbag? What a waste of good money on fripperies!... Sigh…. It was a no-win situation… She looked up at him with a dazzling smile… I need a gold bangle, she said, the ‘Kada’ like thing we saw Mrs. XYZ wearing… Great! He said enthusiastically… We’ll get it this weekend… But my birthday is only next month, she wanted to say… She didn’t. He looked happy. She shrugged away her discontent. At least he remembered her birthdays…
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