The jewellery that stopped trying to impress
You have seen her. On the Metro in Delhi, in a Bengaluru café nursing her second coffee, walking through a Colaba market on a Saturday with no particular urgency. She is wearing oxidised silver, a pair of jhumkas gone dark at the filigree, a chunky ring with the grey-black finish of something found rather than bought, a choker that sits close to the collarbone without announcing itself. She is not dressed up. She is not dressed down. She has simply decided.
