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SANGEETHA KAMATH

 


I stumbled upon the most unexpected treasure today while decluttering my wardrobe. Amidst the pile of clothes, handbags, organiser boxes and forgotten trinkets something caught my eye – a tiny organza pouch containing a faded macaroni necklace. My heart swelled as I gently lifted it out, the colorful pasta shells dangled from the worn string.

Finding this necklace now, tucked away safely underneath a pile of clothes brought tears to my eyes ago. I felt verklempt, overwhelmed by the emotions that came flooding back.

It's funny how something as simple as a macaroni necklace can evoke such strong emotions, but it's the thought, the effort, and the love behind it that made it truly special.

As I gently lifted the necklace out of the box, the colorful pasta shapes dangling from the worn string, I felt a lump form in my throat. I remembered the day my daughter had made it--- like it was yesterday. Her tiny hands carefully threading each macaroni piece, her face beaming with excitement as excitedly worked on her masterpiece. And when she finally presented it to me, her eyes had sparkled with pride, saying "I made this just for you, Amma! Happy Mother's Day!"

I held the necklace close, feeling the rough texture of the dried glue and the slight weight of the macaroni. I remembered the overwhelming love and gratitude I felt, knowing my child had poured her heart into creating something special just for me.

Even as I slipped it around my neck, feeling the familiar weight and shape of it, for a moment I was transported back to that Mother's Day when she was five years old, surrounded by the love and innocence of childhood. 

The necklace looked exotic and elegant against my throat. I felt a deep verklempt  wash over me for the time that has flown by so swiftly. Despite its simplicity, the necklace still exuded a sense of love, care, and innocence.

The macaroni necklace, although threaded with irregularly shaped pasta shells and spirals onto a twine is an amateurish handmade craft project. The macaroni bits— unevenly spaced, with splotches of dried glue visible in some spots, added to its whimsical, childlike charm. 

I looked longingly at the necklace, now a bit worn but still holding a wealth of the good old days.The string or yarn is now frayed to a great extent, and the overall length a bit uneven, but to me, it's a priceless artifact that holds a wealth of emotions and memories. 

In a world that's constantly moving, where time seems to slip through our fingers like sand, it's moments like these that remind me to cherish the time I have with my loved ones.

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  1. AnonymousMay 9, 2025 at 11:36 AM

    Loved reading this feelings so subtle yet endearing

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