The long weekend of Rakshabandhan was phenomenal for me.
My two cousins, the wife of elder one’s and I used to go for a morning walk every morning.
The same huge garden that I shared here last week.
While on one of the walks and tired and frustrated of walking so much, my Bhabhi looked at my analog watch with a chain and said, “You seem to have forgotten your Apple watch today. So have I.”
To which I responded, “I don’t have an Apple watch.”
Which is true. I do not have one because I turn off the data of my phone and put it in my pocket to record the steps and daily calories. The fancy whims of the watch never excited me. Especially because I do take care of a lot of movement.
That said, the moment I said this line about Apple watch to my Bhabhi, I also wanted to add “Though I can afford it, but still I choose not to have it.” But I paused. And I have never been more grateful of this pause.
In a way, I wanted her to know I am rich. But what’s the point? Our richness is for us to live. It is not for others to breed in.
And I’m glad.
It turns out, there is a difference between being rich and showing it off. Sharing this here, only to do this more often. Mostly as a note to self.
