Here Comes The Love From A Million Miles Away

Receiving gifts is lovely, it's just amazing. When we unwrap those gifts, it's a pleasure to hear that sound made by the shining packing covers.

For a person like me, who isn't much social and have very few finger counted friends in life, receiving gifts is something more to me. I feel blessed.

I have seen a lot of pain in my life, never wanted to share that with the world, but I know every single battle I fought and inch by the time I got not to smile. For that reason, I owe to those people who makes me smile when they are around.
In real life, I failed in getting such friends. No matter what how much I adjust, those friendships broke down, leaving me all alone and depressed.

Thanks to the social networking sites & Blogging. These both platforms gave me those friends who are there with me when am deep in the mire of sadness and abandoned. 
I owe you all. Those friends about whom am talking will know exactly how much I respect them and love them. May God bless you all.

Nobody stay with the weak, but my friends took my side and lifted me up. There are brothers, sisters and best friends. A big thanks to all.

Now, let's back on to the topic, am talking about the gifts and how we and our family will feel when we receive them. Especially crossing the seas and countries. Me & my family cherished that blessed moment when the EMS delivered to us from the Indonesia. It's from Mrs. Roui.

Gifts like this, from a million miles away are really special. Before posting them we thought that the delivery may not be assured because of the distance. But for affection, there are no boundaries and restrictions.

Mrs. Roui, my sister is a good lady. She lives in Indonesia and she supported me in everything from the day one.

She introduced her entire family and all became my family too. Like I said, no borders.

It's not those materialist items pushed me to write, but that love she has for us all. She didn't had any second thought of cash she is investing in the gifts. That thought is divine.

And she is a talented person, she does magic with the fabric and then gifts them to those she love.

Indonesian attires are colourful and beautiful, they include the Batik. In the future, I'll make a post about the Batik and it's designing and making process. In this post I'll share about the gifts I received and their importance in my life. 
All thanks to God for  allowing me to meet such a kind hearted person.

The gifts from Indonesia are for my whole family. I got a Batik shirt and two books, coasters for glasses for mom, a tie for dad, pouch for sis and an owl. Yeah! Owl, now am officially in the family of b Indonesian.

All these gifts made me happy, because they came from million miles away, so safe and clean. No more losing of any item, even a pin.

I appreciate the EMS's delivery method and their standard rules.

Let's have a look at the gifts. I see them not with any eye, but with the heart.

Batik is both, an art and a craft. This shirt weighs more than any of the ordinary cloth made shirts. And it is as soft as velvet and as smooth as silk.

And why all these gifts? Because these are the symbol of love and respect. No barriers and no limits.
Am pretty sure about one thing that there needs nothing in this world, but a good smiling face that wishes you every morning and makes our day brighter.

Being a lone ranger will teach us the warrior skills, but later on we all need someone who rescue us from that pain. And God knows very well when to react. This is what happened with me and Mrs. Roui.

If I call her 'my dear sister' then I mean it. Sisterhood is lovely. And when they guides and shares the experience, that is a happier thing.

Love is a gift, not everyone owns it. The one who owns, they'll get cherished memories written on their every page of the diary. Love is everywhere, here this love isn't the one which develops at night and ends the other day, this love isn't about a marriage or having any relationship. This is farther than them all.

This love is the one which keeps me back on track and say to me that I can start from where I began in the past. This is not a love between a boy and a girl who are willing to marry, this is caring.

I've just planned to show off the gifts and say thanks to Roui, but I ended up writing these all. This is my first ever post to write about the gifts.

I don't know how many are fetching the love, you don't need to fetch it. It'll be at your door when the time arrives. Then grab it and don't let it go. It's an opportunity of a lifetime.

Abandoning the respected persons whom you love is backstabbing and if at any point of our life we made such mistake, it's the time to correct them. Because there might be no time for the acceptance.

The way we speak and the words we deliver are what will judge us one day.

Good people will reflect only goodness wherever they are, once the trust is broken, our lives aren't enough to make them believe us back.

And here's my acceptance of the owl and thereby joining the family. Thank you Roui :)