" ....'I'd like a gift,' said Maria.
...'Instead of buying something that you would like to have, I'm giving you something that is mine, truly mine. A gift. A sign of respect for the person before me, asking him to understand how important it is to be by his side. Now he has a small part of me with him, which I gave him with my free spontaneous will.'
...The giving of gifts. Giving something of one's own. Giving something important rather than asking. You have my treasure. I have your treasure. ......"
"Eleven Minutes" by Paulo Coelho.
When I started reading the book, I found it too bland. Vulgarly bland. I wanted to give up on the book. That's when I started realising the essence of it. It wasn't about a prostitute. It was about a strong willed woman. It wasn't about sex. It was about love.
A simple thing like a gift which you know how speacial it is, has been described so beautifully.
It's about rediscovering emotions.