there's a twist... on the first day of "secret santa" i arrived outside the office compound in a autorickshaw with the big bag containing the gifts... as i got down i saw her and her friends coming at a distance and to avoid their seeing me i hurried in and took the stairs and waited in the lobby for her to come by lift... i told her that someone had given the bag to me to deliver to her... she said she won't accept so it took some convincing.
some half hour later, in the office, she came to me and said that she had seen me getting down from the autorikshaw with the gift bag so it was my gift she said... she said she liked the gifts and the card with the small admiring poem.
you see, i thought a gift should be not frivolous but must be worthwhile and must forever remind the giftee of the gifter, especially if the gifter is a special person like me (
)... hence the cat ( the cheetah statue ) representing me (
) and the artificial-diamond pendant.
from then on, i would call her miss suraiya and i think she was flattered... until months later when the assistant manager told me of her complaint... come on, i had only sent a little message admiring her clothes... actually i had said her tight shalwar suit looked nice on her.
i felt betrayed.