Gift-wraps are definitely a part of those aspects of life that have intrigued me the most over the years. Exactly why people wrap their gifts in these cute-looking sheets has been a perpetually elusive mystery. I mean, I've heard people exclaim "oh, what a lovely gift!", but how frequently have you heard the phrase "oh, what a lovely gift-wrap!"?
Of course, some people have valid reasons, for example, hiding the fact that they have been recycling hideous-looking dinner-sets or bedcovers in the wedding of an uncle's neighbour's niece, whom you're not likely to meet again, and who is very likely not to remember you at all (which, in my opinion, is way better than anyone commenting upon how much I've grown over all these years, and how difficult it is now to recognise my features).
And yet, when the next gift is scheduled to be wrapped, the gift-wraps are either forgotten or a couple of inches too short, and hence a new one has to be acquired. And guess what happens to the leftovers of this new wrap? :)
PS: Consumerism has brought about a massive revolution in the gift-wrap industry over the last decade. Every store seems to have its own branded gift-wrap, and they even employ people at Customer Service for wrapping gifts (and they still say we do not think about the unemployed). Amidst all these brands, the incredibly thin sheets of gift-wrap, pink in colour with minuscule flowers drawn on them, has vanished somewhere, taking a chunk of my childhood along with it. Still now, whenever I think of the bed I had spent my best years on, I can visualise my mother lifting the mattress and placing yet another of those wrapping papers underneath it, possibly for use in the year 2746.
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