“You know what?? this is not how it was meant to be” I mumbled as I removed my wedding band and flung it on my hubby. I said this not so modest statement a couple of years ago to which Max replied “I guess you’ll realize the value of the ring only when it is gone”.
A couple of days ago, while at work, I realized that my band was missing. I looked around and couldn’t find it. I was in a different office when this happened. I immediately called my colleagues and asked them to look for it. They looked around and so did I. I can’t express what I went through that day. I contacted the security and gave them a description of my ring. I felt utterly helpless. I called up mom and with a heavy heart told her about the ring. Mom said it was not auspicious to lose a wedding band. She said, it is better to get another band done and get it blessed asap. I came home and pulled out my drawer and started looking for the ring high and low but of no avail. I then told Max about what had happened to which in a boy like glee he prophesized “Oh! I think that kind of ends our marriage”. I turned a deaf year to what he had to say.
Eight years of my marriage started playing in front of my eyes that night. I looked at my barren ring finger and thought if only I could get rid of a crazy cultivated habit of moving rings from one finger to another; I would still have my ring in my hand. I could barely sleep.
I said three Hail Mary’s and continued praying profusely. The next morning, I had a quick word with the security who threw up their hands and said that the cleaning committee had finished duty and now it was close to impossible to locate the ring. I pressed them to look for it. I got into the office shuttle and continued praying. With absolutely no hope, I continued staring at my empty finger. As we were passing by the St. Antony church, I prayed, “please God please, I’ll light three candles I promise, I will never take anything for granted”. I reached my work place and pulled out the chair, I saw something roll and daintily fall on the floor. I ignored it. Something made me turn back and look again. I was amazed. Lo and behold! My ring was on the floor. I can’t express what I felt. I was elated. I thanked God and promised to pay up the bribe asap.
That evening, when I got back home, I pulled Max closer and told him “I guess, you are not that lucky, you will still have me for your wife, in good times and in bad….” As I trailed off with the half-baked wedding vows, I could see my husband smile his boy like smile perhaps thinking, ‘What luck!!!’
A couple of days ago, while at work, I realized that my band was missing. I looked around and couldn’t find it. I was in a different office when this happened. I immediately called my colleagues and asked them to look for it. They looked around and so did I. I can’t express what I went through that day. I contacted the security and gave them a description of my ring. I felt utterly helpless. I called up mom and with a heavy heart told her about the ring. Mom said it was not auspicious to lose a wedding band. She said, it is better to get another band done and get it blessed asap. I came home and pulled out my drawer and started looking for the ring high and low but of no avail. I then told Max about what had happened to which in a boy like glee he prophesized “Oh! I think that kind of ends our marriage”. I turned a deaf year to what he had to say.
Eight years of my marriage started playing in front of my eyes that night. I looked at my barren ring finger and thought if only I could get rid of a crazy cultivated habit of moving rings from one finger to another; I would still have my ring in my hand. I could barely sleep.
I said three Hail Mary’s and continued praying profusely. The next morning, I had a quick word with the security who threw up their hands and said that the cleaning committee had finished duty and now it was close to impossible to locate the ring. I pressed them to look for it. I got into the office shuttle and continued praying. With absolutely no hope, I continued staring at my empty finger. As we were passing by the St. Antony church, I prayed, “please God please, I’ll light three candles I promise, I will never take anything for granted”. I reached my work place and pulled out the chair, I saw something roll and daintily fall on the floor. I ignored it. Something made me turn back and look again. I was amazed. Lo and behold! My ring was on the floor. I can’t express what I felt. I was elated. I thanked God and promised to pay up the bribe asap.
That evening, when I got back home, I pulled Max closer and told him “I guess, you are not that lucky, you will still have me for your wife, in good times and in bad….” As I trailed off with the half-baked wedding vows, I could see my husband smile his boy like smile perhaps thinking, ‘What luck!!!’
