Flash Post 297
Button, rummaging through my jewellery box today, I chanced upon these two pendants:
Are they yours?
They are mine now. The one on the right was handed down to me by my mother when she realised that, given that death is a surprise visitor in our lives and that she was adding years to her age with every passing year, she should divide the meagre jewellery that she had between her two daughters. That is how, on one of her visits to this city years back, she handed over this pendant to me.
This brings back memories of her wearing this pendant with a thin gold chain to every occasion because this was the only pendant she ever had!
What about the one on the left?
That was given to me by my mother-in-law when I married her youngest son.
So you have these two pendants handed over to you at different times on two completely different occasions by the two mothers in your life!
Right. And I’ll treasure both because both the ladies are not around any more but are looking down on us from wherever they may be. That generation believed in frugality and, whether it was clothes or footwear or food that was cooked or any other material object, they bought as much as was required and not an iota more.