Carved on Stone

I've finally figured out a way to get Ami to use her gifts instead of saving them to hand them down to future generations: engrave her name on the gift.

The other day I was helping her clean out her closet and she found a really pretty wooden music jewelry box that Aamir Bhai gave her on her birthday some years ago. Ami didn't even remember who gave it to her but I knew it was Aamir Bhai since he gave me a music box and he also remains the reason why I started to like snow-globes as much as I do now.

Ami was about to wrap the box and put it back when I told her that although I usually support her decision to keep stuff she's not keen on using to hand down to her family, I seriously doubt we'll be having another Rehana fond of music boxes in the family anytime soon.

Alhamdo lillah that convinced her and she let me put the box on her end table. Now I hear the sweet tinkle of "Unchained Melody" each time Ami puts on or puts away her often worn rings or necklace.

Now to engrave her name on each sari she insists to keep in the futile hope that I'll wear it someday without wanting to cut it into three distinct pieces for shalwar kameez. Not to forget jewelry and jewelry, and clothes and more jewelry.