What’s the oldest thing you own? (Toys, clothing, twinkies, Grecian urns: anything’s fair game.) Recount its history — from the object’s point of view.
There I lay in a small crucible, a small round coin made of a yellow metal called gold. A man placed the crucible onto a hearth of fiery coals and blew into the fire with all his might until I melted. He stretched me out into thin strands and turned and twisted me. I was heated again and again and often beaten, all this as if punishing me for not shaping up as he desired. I shudder to think of the heat that melt me and the craftsmanship of the hands that moulded me from a coin into a beautiful chain, as I am today. As a mark of joy a middle aged lady handed me over as a gold coin to her son who begot her a bonny beautiful grand daughter. Being a coin I could only be locked up in some place. I heard the lady asking her son to hire the services of a goldsmith to mould me into a chain that adorns the neck of the teeny weeny baby. Upon metamorphosing from a coin into a chain, I have always remained with this little baby ever since.
When she took her baby steps I lay there around her neck watching her fall, get up and move on again. Many a times I did feel that I could hold her back if I had hands to support her. She grew up into a little kid and I went to school with her where they taught her many things beyond my comprehension.Always being with her, little did I realize that the kid had transformed into a lovely lass. Like other girls of her age, she too got a job, got married and had a baby of her own.
My cherished moment was when she put me around the neck of her bundle of joy proudly proclaiming that I was a good omen in her life and trusting that I would be the charm in the life of her little one too. I was overwhelmed moving on to the next generation. As this little girl grew up I adorned her neck, often wondering about the changes that underwent my girl in all these years though she was always in the hemisphere of my vision even if I lay around her daughter’s neck. There were days when she was on top of the world and I have been wet by her silent tears on many occasions too. With the onus on me to be the lucky charm of this baby, I watched her too grow into a kid, a teenager and a pretty young woman remaining with her all along.
Today I rest in a cute little box in a bank locker after having been on the go for more than half a century. One day the girl handed me over to her mother for safe keeping, it was then that I learnt that this kid of mine too was flapping her wings to soar out into the wide sky and build a nest of her own with her mate. Having been with two generations I have always been close to their hearts both literally and metaphorically.