Scrolling the online shopping sites and piling the cart seemed her favourite pass time. A keen eye for beautiful things, admiring them, desiring them, adding them to cart, filing the delivery details and payment details too but immediately aborting the entire process in a flash. WHY? A thought flared, I can't have them. They are not for me. Good things are to be gifted. Givers are grand and celebrated. phewwwwwwwwww................... A beautiful silver chocolate box, carved with intricate lattice design embracing a sailor ship drawing in the centre as if supporting the ship on rough waters. The lid is little open and chocolates wrapped in shining paper are jeering out asking to be taken and savoured . A voice echoed," come on give it to your cousin, Go on...say Happy Diwali." She looked up to his huge fiery eyes, pleading in heart, "please papa, may I keep it, I want it, Its too beautiful to be given away, Its Diwali for me too." Come on, Good t