I don’t really like gifts. Specially expensive ones
While I was in India in January, 2025, I received a Polaroid Camera as a gift. And not just that, there was a case, and extra set of films with the camera
And while I always wanted to get a Polaroid camera, and that I loved it. I liked more the parcel. It was sent manually through a courier
There was a courier receipt on the parcel. With the name of the sender. There were other fields too, but all of them were empty
My eyes hovered on a field at the bottom of the receipt. It said “Reciever’s name and relationship”
On the other side of parcel, there was a plain paper. It had my name, address and phone number written in handwriting
Both the paper, and the receipt were pasted on the package with cellophane tape. I really really wanted to keep both of these with me, intact. And so I carefully cut both of these out and managed to put these in my diary
I’m a sucker for handwritten things. They’re more valuable to me than most gifts. Even if has nothing meaningful written, the fact that it’s personal makes it more nostalgic to me
Yesterday, I put the paper, the receipt in my Memory book
There’s also the first photo that I printed using the Polaroid camera
Two cups of chai :)
I’m also waiting for a photo, eagerly. There’s a condition onto it
It’ll be when stars will align, when there’ll be moments, when there’ll be light. When it’ll be all real
I hope that happens soon, and I hope that happens every day
And that it’s captured and printed, with the Polaroid Camera