I was in Betul and Chhindwara (both districts in MP) for a series of meeting with parents of deaf children residing in villages there.
At the end of day 1's session, Rambhaktji asked me hesitantly, "Will you like some?,
"What? I ask".
He put his hand inside the jhola he had on his shoulder and pulled out a handful of berries and tiny peas. "Hamare khet say". And then again and again, there I was, with my palms overflowing with ber and peas.
Next day, our last day in Betul, Harvinderji thrust a small plastic packet at me - gur, he said shyly.
And then there was Vikas in Chhindwara, sort of shuffling his foot behind my chair, waiting for the others to leave so that I was alone. "Narangi aapke liye, chhindwara say".
Three days, three gifts. A handful of berries, peas, oranges and a lump of jaggery? But what do you know, made me feel the most treasued person on earth, for some time!
The most expensive, unique, rare, difficult to find gifts are not necessarily expressive of the amount of love!