On 19th June, I woke up late. By that time, Sarah had already left. But before leaving, she packed my baggages (by then she knew me well enough to have understood that I never did packing on my own ever in my lifetime). So she took the trouble of packing all my suitcases neatly. She did her own bed (everyday she would do both our beds), and left a letter for me there. Alongside the letter was a packed gift.

I read her letter with sleepy eyes. She had wished me a very happy birthday, and a life ahead. She mentioned there that this one month that we had spent together was the best phase of her life, as she realised what having a sister, a family meant! Each of the words in that letter was so real,so genuine, and so from the heart... I started crying. In the last sentence of her letter she mentioned, that since it was my birthday today, and since she didnt have the time to shop for a gift for me, she is leaving the gift that her mother had sent her on her birthday, for me! As my birthday gift!!!

I didnt know what to do... there I was, unable to decide which gift to give her from so many of gifts I had received... and there she was, without any hesitation she had gifted me the only gift she received on her birthday! I was standing there speechless, cos thats when I realised, that Sarah is the richest girl of this world. She has a heart of gold. And that she taught me the Art of Giving.