Eyewear TIMELESS LINK by SAGA
Art direction YUVIKA TANEJA, KASHISH MALANI
Styling SHYLAA CHAHAL
Beauty AJAY KUMAR SARA JAIN
Words YUVIKA TANEJA
Talent AMAANI PAUL
A simple necklace becomes a profound connection between women of the past and future, as a mother feels the weight of her family’s history and love.
The necklace lay between them, shining softly in the fading afternoon light. Its beauty was undeniable, but it wasn’t the gold intricate design that held the mother’s attention. It was the weight—the unsaid history it carried. She sat beside her grandmother, her fingers slightly brushing the blanket that lay over her frail figure. The room was still, except for the shallow breaths of the elderly woman—fragile now, yet her spirit unshaken.
“This is not just jewellery,” the grandmother said, her voice soft but firm, as though each word was a thread, weaving the past into the present. Her fragile fingers traced the familiar lines of the necklace. “It’s the story of us—of every woman who came before you. It’s a testament to the strength we passed down, even when we couldn’t see it in ourselves.”
The mother could feel her chest tighten, but she held her breath, absorbing the words that felt heavier than the necklace itself.
“Your great-grandmother wore this when she got married, as did I,” the grandmother continued, her gaze fixed on the necklace. “But what you carry isn’t the metal or the stones. It’s a dream. It’s a legacy. It’s the love we poured into every day, even when it felt like we had nothing left to give.”
This was no mere moment; it was a connection—an enduring legacy linking the past, present, and future.
“One day,” the grandmother said softly, “you’ll pass this to your daughter. Let her know it’s more than a wedding heirloom. It’s a bond. The love will carry her through, even when we’re no longer here to guide her.”
The mother’s heart ached, not with sorrow but with a sense of profound responsibility. She understood now what the necklace represented. Not just tradition. Continuity. The invisible thread that connected her to all the women who had come before her and her daughter who would follow.
“I’ll honour it,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I promise.”
The grandmother smiled a quiet, tired smile that spoke of both pride and peace, “One day, your daughter will stand where you are.”
The mother placed the necklace around her neck, its weight settling against her skin. This was no mere moment; it was a connection—an enduring legacy linking the past, present, and future.
At that moment, she felt it all at once—the love, the strength, the unbreakable bond of her family, woven together by this single piece of jewellery, enduring through time.”
