The matched earrings to the Nargisa choker of a week ago come as no surprise but the pair's narrative (and it's name) now turns upon Mrs.Gopali Chakraborti-Ghosh's charming view of the 'Beg...
The matched earrings to the Nargisa choker of a week ago come as no surprise but the pair's narrative (and it's name) now turns upon Mrs.Gopali Chakraborti-Ghosh's charming view of the 'Begum' strolling the royal gardens, lost in thoughts of the handsome minstrel who's so entranced her with his poems of love. Even as Nargisa becomes Begum Nargisa, love remains love, and the essence of life is revealed in the need to be loved without condition, without judgement, without motive.
As the call to Maghrib prayers sounds from the tiled minaret and wafts through the acacia lining the walls, and the gold of the retreating sun sets afire the fountains, her eyes dim to the hopelessness of it all while her heart burns with an unfathomable passion that will, she knows, with time, reduce to the lifelong embers that all lovelorn souls hold within them to remind them that they too were worthy of songs and poems of desire, and which one day they might kindle to flames of romance in another world, another dimension.
The torches are lit, the fickle roads of destiny parted, yet each alight with a clear vision of paradise to which, of divine direction, both shall lead.
The emerald-green faceted glass beads are stretched in four strands between the perforated naksha narcissus medallion on top and the rectangular end panels that each hold facing pairs of crescents within them. You'll notice the rope surround to the flower and the half-moons (evident in the choker but not mentioned in its legend) as a prominent feature here and that the oval spacers of the neckpiece have become perfectly round pashas in which the Nargisa