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A beautiful gift.

Something truly beautiful happened to me last Thursday.

Here is the story in pictures.





 Guto Paganotti  is an engineer and is also a  part of a vocal group in his city 'Madrigal in Casa'. The music he sent me was by his choir.

It was soul stirring--such beautiful msic which transports you to a different place altogether.

I cannot possibly embed the whole CD here but if you want  sample of what kind of music it is,
click HERE

And you know what was the MOST special thing about this gift he sent me?
His mother knitted it by hand!(she loved my first book and was moved when she read it)

ps: Guto later told me that his mother made it for my daughter but I can wear it too :)
How sweet is that!

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Comments

  1. I told u Preeti people just love you and your writings <3 <3 <3.. and the gifts are soo beautiful :).. wonderful gesture !!

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  2. wowww... such a beautiful gift preeti..!!!! u deserve this :))

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  3. what a truly precious gift! and you look fab :)

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  4. It is good to have gifts from some one. But....it is simply devine when a beautiful person accepts a beautiful gift from such nice admirer.

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  5. That's a really cute picture. Knitted stole and cap is lovely.

    You've got some great friends...

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  6. Very nice. I presume this is an online friend - amazing what the internet has made possible.

    Doff the cap , young lady and pass it on to P Jr :):)

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  7. Oh Preeti, how lovely of you to post this! And you look great in the pic, my mom will love to see you wearing them!! In fact, she was afraid you'd find the gifts a bit too childish, that's why she preferred to say it was for your daughter :) She'll be so glad to know you liked it too!

    Preeti dear, you've been gifting us so much all these years through your writings, it was just fair that we could retribute you with what we can do best: me singing and my mom knitting :)

    With love,
    Guto and mom Irene

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  8. Guto: Awwww.. <3 <3 :)Tell your mom I totally love it! Love your music too.

    Ramesh: Real friend made possible through Internet! :) And see guto's comment-- the cap was for me after all!

    Varun: True that--touch wood!

    Nilanjan: How can i not accept! :)

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  9. Suma: thanks!

    Tear at heartstrings: Sweet of you to say that. thanks!

    Suku: Thanks so much :) You are too kind!

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  10. wow..!! thats really touching..

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  11. "FRIENDS"....they make it small moments so precious...:)

    I liked the gifts...and you look so pretty:)

    "Preeti dear, you've been gifting us so much all these years through your writings, it was just fair that we could retribute you with what we can do best: me singing and my mom knitting :)"..I agree with him.

    Your writing is an inspiration for many...and you have touched lives of many....!!!

    Keep writing...and keep smiling:)

    Love n Hugs
    Gayu:*

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  12. Hi, this is so sweet. You totally deserve it! :D

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  13. Hey preeti, u look lovely! U r truly lucky to have friends who understand the value of "gifting" and emotions involved with the gifts. And yes.. nothing can beat handmade gifts.. i mean.. "NOTHING"! U deserve it too!!

    Hi Guto,
    Tell ur mom that her creation is TRULY BEAUTIFUL BEYOND THE WORDS CAN DESCRIBE!! Lovely!!

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  14. A lovely beautiful gift with such warmth and personal touch.

    You surely deserve it and it is so sweet of you to post a pic of u wearing it. A gr8 'Thank you' to Guto.

    Lets see what happens when ur next book arrives :)

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  16. hi preeti
    good and nice people like you deserve good things.
    am sure you will be showered with many more beautiful gifts.
    p.s. went to dilli hat yesterday.
    got a beautiful writing pad with an ethnic design FOR YOU!!!!

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  17. interesting blog. It would be great if you can provide more details about it. Thanks you.
    Gift Ideas For Girl

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