So we are Indian - and wealth is stored largely in Gold ornaments.
So when my grandmother passed away in 2016, I received the rings that she wore constantly.
These rings did not signify anything but I remember seeing them as she put me to sleep in her lap. Or caressing my head when I'd fallen down the stairs in her mother's house in Surat as a 6 or 7 yr old. Or when she was trying her best to teach me to make round rotis when I was 16. Endless such moments filled with blurry memories of her perfectly neat and tidy life.
Over the years I acquired a love for old ornaments.
And when she passed, in addition to the rings I also inherited some bangles that were a part of her mother-in-law's inheritance ....
I cherish them all and on every festival I make it a point to wear one that has been worn by my foremothers.
But the love that I feel for the simple ring that was always on her hand is matchless - for it brings back to me my sense of anchorage.
Here it is.
This item has spent a lifetime being used for the purpose of its creation with the original artist/user. Signs of this life lived heartily may be present on the piece in the form of stains, thread loss, loose threads, holes, tears, color run and other imperfections.Therefore the condition must be assumed to be “not” perfect. More photos of such imperfections will be provided on request.