Often you have taken initiatives to do something nice for others, may it be your parents, your siblings, friends or colleagues. And how often have they gone wrong? And how often have you felt unappreciated? You feel a piece of your inside shatter, falling down to a loud thud. So do I. It is that necessary sense of guilt that has the power to break you. It is eating you I tell you, but building you. If you have pondered, and pondered hard in choosing the right gift that came out wrong for that friend, I tell you, you have done an amazing job. The gift, whatever it may be, a balloon, a miniature scarecrow made from matchsticks, a shell from the waters of a sea, or a Channel bag or a diamond ring, is of value regardless of the amount of manufactured paper money exchanged for it, and is of value because of the intention and heart attached to it. The joy is not in the gift itself but in the affection it symbolizes. The tears, the smiles, the laughter, the quarrels it recalls. It is to be