{"id":733,"date":"2017-07-09T20:49:29","date_gmt":"2017-07-09T15:19:29","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/museumofmaterialmemory.com\/?p=733"},"modified":"2017-08-02T00:56:59","modified_gmt":"2017-08-01T19:26:59","slug":"my-grandparents-ring-token-of-love","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/museumofmaterialmemory.com\/my-grandparents-ring-token-of-love\/","title":{"rendered":"My grandparent’s token of love"},"content":{"rendered":"

TEXT BY NEHA BERRY AND NAVDHA MALHOTRA<\/strong>
\nPHOTOGRAPHS BY NEHA BERRY
\n<\/strong>New Delhi, India<\/em><\/p>\n

We are nine grandchildren to my grandparents and I can happily claim that I was their most favourite. I spent the most time with them and by virtue of that heard a number of scintillating stories from them. Along with their stories, I have inherited my nana<\/em> and nani\u2019s<\/em> token of love \u2013 a simple ring that spoke volumes of their love for each other.<\/p>\n

My grandparents reached Delhi separately with their families in 1947 as refugees, but their love story had begun long before that. They had met in Bahawalpur, a city located in the Punjab province of what is now Pakistan. Both teenagers at that time, my nani was a little wary and shy of the flirty attentions from my nana. But the families knew each other, and there was no escaping the meetings and proposals that my nana continued to put forth in an innocently hopeful manner. In this innocent hopefulness, and with stars in his eyes, he did what he knew most British suitors to do \u2013 bought a ring with his meagre savings. He hadn\u2019t started earning yet, so had to really convince his mother to contribute.<\/p>\n