The ol’ ring switcharoo.
If you follow me on Instagram you know that six months after we set a wedding date, we are officially official. But heaven forbid we ever do things in the right order. Due to some major miscommunication between M. and his mom The Ring spent the first week in India on my right hand, me thinking it was ‘just’ the incredibly generous gift of a family heirloom. It wasn’t ‘til after his birthday party that Andrea, a bit tipsy and clearly charged with her task by a panicked M., said, “We’re going to need that ring back,” and I had some inkling that, oops, when his mom was handing out rings (and there were multiple), she wasn’t supposed to be handing out THIS ring.
But I kept wearing it, on Gena’s advice that he could change the hand it was on himself.
Thing is though, it was always more comfortable on the left hand and I often absentmindedly moved it there, so when I walked into our lovely room at the Brunton Boatyard to see it decorated like this, I actually had to quick move it from left to right, knowing that fragrant ribbons of jasmine can only mean one thing: the left ring finger was about to live out its destiny and must be naked as a virgin in preparation.
He got down on one knee. He asked me to marry him. This time it was not a qualified yes. It was a yes, wherever and whenever and til death do us part.
The ring is one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen, certainly the most beautiful thing I have ever worn. I am awed by its colors, by its weight, by the richness of the gold, and most of all, by its history. It is at least 200 years old, though it may be 300.
It began as one of several pendants on a long necklace that was a gift to M.’s great-grandfather, the Dewan of Mysore, by the Maharaja of Mysore, during the years of the British Raj. (The Dewan is a top advisory position, hereditary, that M.’s family held for generations.) We don’t know how long it was in the Maharaja’s family.
M.’s great-grandmother turned the pendants into rings and as an antique jewelry expert explained to me, each is an example of pancharatma — jewelry that has 5 gems or 5 metals, a symbol of power. The gems are uncut ruby, uncut emerald, uncut sapphire, uncut diamond, and cat’s eye (proof that M. does like cats after all?).
Wearing it, I do indeed feel powerful — smart and beautiful, too.
But most of all — I feel loved.