The art of gifting - is a very fine art. You learn with age. Or should I say you realize after some time.
When a friend of mine Liza from the Bright Lights Big City (KL) came back to her kampung for the kenduri (wedding feast/celebrations), a curious me wanted to know the kind of gifts exchanged hands in the kampung these days (it is not a traditional custom in these parts for weddings). I asked L if I could be present during the gift-opening ceremony. She reluctantly agreed. Perhaps, because she owed me RM50. It was a big affair. Her grandma, who cannot walk was also wheeled in from the next room.
While L’s mother wanted the biggest gift to be opened first, L said she wanted to go from the smallest to the biggest. The issue was finally settled. She picked up the smallest gift...it had come from a common friend of ours. The guy had gifted four tea cups with saucers. “Bastard!,”