How can
somebody adorn gold all over their body flaunting every design at every occasion?
I was introduced to this supposedly enchanting metal when I was a five-year-old. Holding my dad’s finger, I walked into a ‘now-shut, then sought-after’ store Jewels-De-Paragon
in Bengaluru. And I soon walked out with a tiny, but mighty expensive glitter on my ring
finger, wondering to myself if this enhanced the look of my ring finger or
shadowed its naked beauty.
I grew up
thinking it was the former as I joined the habitual crowd of ladies picking
every jewel - from ones with exquisite design to those with antique finish. I gradually
loved being bedecked with them enduring the pain and irritation as the choker, true to its name, choked me, and the jhumka tugged one side of my ear.
Hardly does
realisation dawn in my life. However, it did for all the right reasons, when I
wanted to step aside from the mundane desire for this yellow metal. And I
regret not having woken up to this awakening earlier. The love for yellow
mellowed down and was literally whitewashed, for I then began to sport platinum
jewellery with that tiny stone (diamond) that could burn a gaping hole in one’s pocket.
While I
safely locked away the carefully chosen gold in the bank, COVID crisis knocked
at my doors prompting me to launch a manhunt for the key to that silver lining.
While I felt, all along, that these ornaments were gaudy for my taste, they definitely
proved handy for my existence now. Thank you, dear gold, for bringing that glitter of
hope during my days of anguish.
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