I believe i have already painted a crystal clear picture of how much i love my wedding ring and how ardently i worked to make it my wedding ring. With that context, i'll proceed to describe the case of the missing diamond (i'm crazy about the BBC Sherlock Holmes adaptation these days).
Just like any other day, after dinner and my fill of enriching TV show Wipeout, i was stretching in bed, making myself cosy. As i settled in the most comfortable sleeping posture, i raised my left hand to place it comfortably on the pillow. M had been trying to unsettle me for a while now, though unsuccessfully. And then he said, "A diamond's missing".
My reaction - "phhh, yeah rite ! sure a diamond's missing.". It's only been 2 months and he says a diamond's missing. But then it was too big a bluff to not check. AND THERE IT WAS ! My beautiful beautiful wedding ring looking at me like a child smiling broadly - only missing the front tooth. My heart sank to the depths of the Pacific and i popped out of bed, started looking frantically for the missing although little diamond.
M had given up hope and was only trying to calm me down. But how could i not look !! I checked on the mat and the pillow and the table. It couldn't have gone missing very long back (considering how many times i look at it, i would've noticed it). And then - there it was - a tinsy winsy glitter on my bedsheet - but enough to bring back the smile to my face. I collected the missing tooth and carefully wrapped it in a soft tissue along with the denture and packed it in a small ring box.
A day later i was at the jewellery store - all guns blazing. I was prepared to go on n on about their making charges, the quality, and what good is the reputation of the store if this was the kind of stuff they sold and how the diamond went missing publicly and caused me so much humiliation. But as i reached the store, i dint think it was necessary - i showed them the ring - they apologized - promised to get it fixed ASAP.
I just received a call from the store - "Ma'am you can come and collect your ring"
So we are back to - Ring Ring ringaaa ring ring ringaaa :)
Just like any other day, after dinner and my fill of enriching TV show Wipeout, i was stretching in bed, making myself cosy. As i settled in the most comfortable sleeping posture, i raised my left hand to place it comfortably on the pillow. M had been trying to unsettle me for a while now, though unsuccessfully. And then he said, "A diamond's missing".
My reaction - "phhh, yeah rite ! sure a diamond's missing.". It's only been 2 months and he says a diamond's missing. But then it was too big a bluff to not check. AND THERE IT WAS ! My beautiful beautiful wedding ring looking at me like a child smiling broadly - only missing the front tooth. My heart sank to the depths of the Pacific and i popped out of bed, started looking frantically for the missing although little diamond.
M had given up hope and was only trying to calm me down. But how could i not look !! I checked on the mat and the pillow and the table. It couldn't have gone missing very long back (considering how many times i look at it, i would've noticed it). And then - there it was - a tinsy winsy glitter on my bedsheet - but enough to bring back the smile to my face. I collected the missing tooth and carefully wrapped it in a soft tissue along with the denture and packed it in a small ring box.
A day later i was at the jewellery store - all guns blazing. I was prepared to go on n on about their making charges, the quality, and what good is the reputation of the store if this was the kind of stuff they sold and how the diamond went missing publicly and caused me so much humiliation. But as i reached the store, i dint think it was necessary - i showed them the ring - they apologized - promised to get it fixed ASAP.
I just received a call from the store - "Ma'am you can come and collect your ring"
So we are back to - Ring Ring ringaaa ring ring ringaaa :)
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