It was always the rings I noticed on Lovely Aunty's hand. There was the huge diamond ring on her engagement finger. It could have been five or even ten carats. Had she told me that I would have believed it because it looked gigantic on her right hand.
Or maybe, it looked humungous because her fingers were short and stubby? That was my older sister, Gurpreet's unkind observation.
Then there was the emerald ring on her left hand. It winked and twinkled in the light from the overhead chandelier as Lovely Auntie looked at the deck of cards splayed in her hand. She curled her lip in annoyance.
"I'll pass on this set," she'd say with assumed delicacy like a mother would turn away from a child who'd been too naughty.