You told me very early, that you would need to split every single sum we spend. Including the taxi fare. I never got used to that idea. It was an anathema to me.
I remember that day, many moons ago - you sent me money for a meal that I had paid for. I wanted to tell you then - that you had paid me less. Since it did not account for the time value of money or the extra beer you had guzzled.
Or the time, you sent me monies for the saree I had paid for. Even then you had paid less, you had not factored that the designer was my friend and she had put in a special touch. How do you price that in?
I dread the day, when one day, you send me an invoice. For the things that you gave me. Funnily enough, I am sure you would clock a number lower than fair too. Why? As in, why do I think you would put a price lower than correct?
Almost everything you gave, even today, is absolutely priceless.
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