Unforgettable Loss

My husband gave me a beautiful ring on our wedding day, which meant a lot to me. Even though I was not fond of any jewellery, this ring was unique. I always remember when he picked my hand and said, I bought it in a hurry.

I still remember the fancy design with beautiful pearls that made the ring special and stylish. I loved it and always wore it, except when I washed my hands before prayers or kneaded dough.

One day, returning from university, I noticed it was not on my finger during my pre-prayer cleansing routine. I searched everywhere, feeling like a part of my heart was missing. I asked everyone and put a Report of Lost Item on notice but had failed to succeed. Losing my unique ring just 15 days after the wedding was terrible; it was priceless for me.

As a newlywed bride, that ring was part of my marriage, and losing it was tough. I couldn’t help but think a lot about how it had been lost, where I could drop it, because there were only two times a day when I did not wear it. I searched it in all corners of the kitchen and washrooms.

I desperately discussed it with my husband, and though I was a little afraid that he would get angry, he offered his silent support. Nineteen years have passed, yet the memory of that unique ring lingers, and I am still looking for a ring just like the one with the same design, hoping to fill the gap it left behind in my heart.

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Initially published by the author on Medium.