Turquoise Earrings…

Just walked out of a quaint little antique store…I’m not sure how I feel….i was the only person there but it felt so crowded that I could not breathe…I don’t walk into antique shops…I never thought about it till now…it was a pair of earrings in the window that caught my eye…out of all the stuff cluttering the window, these earrings made me stop…what was it about them?...
I had to take a closer look…so I walked in tentatively…overwhelmed by the clutter…how strange it felt…filled in shelves were bits of people’s lives…a lost silver tea spoon…an engraved cigarette holder…a child’s red bus…a pendant with a faded photograph…a postcard…a door knob…
All forgotten…all on display…on sale for a price…history on sale…a life…a moment…on display…I could feel the sadness…the futility…the anguish that each of the pieces must feel…and it unnerved me…
I got the earrings taken out from the window…feeling a bit guilty for disturbing their peace…like I was pulling them out of the grave…I looked at them…exquisite…oval shaped with a turquoise stone…out of the stone were little swirls that looked like branches…delicate silver filigree…I’d never seen such intricate work…i was not sure if it was alright for me to touch them…I slowly touched them with my fingers…and at that instant thought about who they belonged to and whether it was possible that I knew her…in another life…another time…
Does a bit of our aura remain back with the little pieces of our life?…strong memories…would it be alright if I bought the pair…would I be able to get myself to wear them…no…I could not…
I’ve decided I don’t like antiques…they don’t belong in the present…in the possession of strangers…
So maybe I’m a bit superstitious in that sense…I believe we can pass on vibes through objects…it makes sense to me…
I felt sad for her…those earrings must have been precious…priceless even…from someone she loved…worn sparingly…kept lovingly…something she’d told him she would never part with…a symbol of their togetherness…
Little did she know that one day, they’ll be in a store with a price tag…in the hands of strangers…