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A gift much cherished. Blog marathon post 11.

There are gifts and then there are thoughtful gifts.

Ramesh of Business Musings had written a brilliant post about it and mentioned a priceless gift that he had received that left him all misty-eyed and had him going triple wow. (His post is lovely-do read it)

Something similar happened to me.
I have never been gifted anything like this before.

It was gifted to me by one of my closest friends who lives in the UK. I do feel very very fortunate to have this friend in my life and we exchange emails on a daily basis :) Sometimes more than two :)
Since I do not want to give out the name of my friend (some things are best left a mystery eh? ;-)) I am blacking out the name from the photo.

I couldn't stop exclaiming in joy and utter surprise when I opened the gift.
It was a personalized vintage Moet and Chandon!!!

This is what the glittering gold embossed letters say on the box:





And when you open it, this is what it says :



Of course I am a very happy woman :) And I haven't even opened the champagne bottle. Heh heh.
I want to wait to open this one and have this with my friend, when we next meet.




Along with it there was also this jar of wild hibiscus flowers in syrup which you place at the bottom of the champagne glass and they open up! And they are completely edible too. How much more exotic can it get?!

This is one gift that occupies a place of pride on the book-shelf opposite my bed.


"May no gift be too small to give, nor too simple to receive, which is wrapped in thoughtfulness, and tied with love." said L.O. Baird

To me, that is what the above gift personifies.
Love and thoughtfulness from a dear dear friend .

If you have it, you are indeed wealthy.
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Comments

  1. What a wonderful gift. Bonne sante!

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  2. something is wrong with blogger....comments are getting truncated.

    Such a thoughtful and priceless gift. I'm so happy for all your success...wish you even more. Hugz!

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  3. Wow such a thoughtful friend!!!! Bless her and long live your friendship!!

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  4. A lovely gift:-))!!!!

    Oh yes that post of Ramesh's was super but then I dont wonder because the gift he received is a blogger's dream come true;-D

    p.s: A genuine doubt.....care to mention why cake-makers are advertising with ur blog;-D.

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  5. on ur blog....on ur blog.....not with ur blog*affic rolling eyes emoticon here*

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  6. Affix I meant AFFIX;-/

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  7. Reflections: Bleddy spammers :) Deleted :) Thanks~!

    Anu: heh heh..Thanks! I like how you presumed its a she ;-)

    Shachi: Thank you!!


    Keith: Yeah--I was so happy with the gift!

    Chitra: Thanks!!

    Shruti: Yes!! :) Thanks for commenting. How have u been?

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  8. A lovely personalized gift.

    Happy sipping when that moment arrives with your friend :)

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