The One Ring.

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10th June ‘09
11.48 pm Bahrain Time

Something unexpected happened today.

I found the One Ring.

In a little nondescript jewellery shop, tucked away untidily between a big jewellery shop and a bigger jewellery showroom. The shop was so tiny that I have already forgotten its name.

All I can remember is the little band of yellow gold with a strip of rhodium running down the middle and having some of the most perfect striations embossed upon it.

The instant that I saw it, I wanted it.

Just to affirm my decision, I was taken into a few more ordinary showrooms.

Quite hopeless.

I wanted that band and no other would do. A prominently masculine design and one I was initially set against for my own wedding band, I loved it enough to want it on my own finger forever.

For the few moments I held that ring in my palm, I forgot a lot of unpleasant things. Things that had me frowning for nearly two days.

I forgot the unpleasantness of choosing wedding bands without my intended. I forgot my despair at not finding the right bauble to go with my gown, I forgot my escalating need for my mom that I was beginning to experience. Everything. Forgotten.

I found the One Ring.

It was not generic. It was not ordinary.. It was not old-fashioned.

It was unusual. It was romantic. It would turn out to be symbolic. It was stunning.

It was Ours.

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