My Silver Ring

One of my cousin sisters once gave me her silver ring. It was special not just because she gave it to me, but because it had a unique design that was not widely seen at the time. Everyone envied me for having it. 

One day, I met a girl and we became friends for a while. She saw my ring and asked if she could wear it for a few days. I trusted her and gave it without even having a second thought. 

A week later, I came to learn that she moved to the capital city, Thimphu in search of a job. 

Exactly after decade later, I saw her on Facebook with a different and unique name. I am still not sure if she kept the ring, but the pain of losing it lingers. I also feel guilty for lying to my sister, telling her that I lost the ring during a volleyball match where I had to remove all my jewellery for safety reasons 😭.

I saw that lady who took my silver ring

Yet I never had the urge to sing

The same old tired lines to let her bring

My modest but the most treasured thing

Though decades passed since she took it in spring

My heart still suffers an aching sting 😩

Each moment I hear it's gentle ting

My mind still dream to wear it like a king 👑

 

“A ring is a halo on your finger”- Douglas Coupland