- published: 27 Jun 2016
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A locket is a pendant that opens to reveal a space used for storing a photograph or other small item such as a curl of hair. Lockets are usually given to loved ones on holidays such as Valentine's Day and occasions such as christenings, weddings and, most noticeably during the Victorian Age, funerals.
Lockets are generally worn on chains around the neck and often hold a photo of the person who gave the locket, or they could form part of a charm bracelet. They come in many shapes such as ovals, hearts and circles and are usually made of precious metals such as gold and silver befitting their status as decorative jewellery.
Lockets usually hold only one or two photographs, but some specially made lockets can hold up to eight. Some lockets have been fashioned as 'spinner' lockets, where the bail that attaches to the necklace chain is attached but not fixed to the locket itself which is free to spin. This was a common style in the Victorian Age. Around 1860 memento lockets started to replace mourning rings as the preferred style of mourning jewellery.
Actors: Rajesh Sharma (actor), Sabyasachi Chakraborty (actor), Rudranil Ghosh (actor), Kharaj Mukherjee (actor), Locket Chatterjee (actress), Kunal Padhy (actor), Dhiman Chakraborty (actor), Kunal Mitra (actor), Aniket Chattopadhyay (director), Aniket Chattopadhyay (writer), Shilajit Majumdar (actor), Anjana Basu (actress), Manasi Sinha (actress), Kaustubh Roy (producer), Debshankar Haldar (actor),
Genres: Comedy,Today there was a street where a walker walked alone
Whistling a tune that drifted up through a tree
and stirred up a bird before it was heard by a girl.
Today there was a vision of a house burning on a
television
in a room inside an eye in a head topped by a brown
curl.
A telephone ring in the middle of the night was said
to cause fright in a dark house lived in by a family of
four.
Today is almost tomorrow and if I think not quite
yesterday
But old is the head that sees not would at the foot of
its bed
And tomorrow is not quite yesterday
Last time I saw you, you didn’t have brown hair.
Now my footfalls don’t echo in your halls no more
And creeping up the stairs to your room
Stick close to the wall cause close to the wall the
stairs won’t creak at all.
And I think I would know
The last time I ate your table I could feel that I was
transparent as a ghost
And now all my words have fears of mine alone.
And today after the whistling you sang to the same old
tune.
Would you talk to me as if I’m real to you?
Knowing about me what you do
Knowing that to me nobody looks quite like you
Knowing that today is not quite like yesterday
Knowing that today is not quite yesterday
But today was not a good one.
Last time I saw you, you didn’t have brown hair
And now my footfalls don’t echo in your halls no more
I went up to your room, all my fears are mine alone.
Today a call could not go through.
Today a window revealed not you.
Today a bird stirred not in its nest.
Today, shall we say, was not the very best.
The last time I ate your table I could feel that I was
transparent as a ghost
And now all my words have fears of mine alone.