The Day I Lost My Wedding Ring

Ok. This is a Danger Zone. Did you actually lose your wedding ring? For real? Bro..you're so f$%*&d. How would you tell your wife? Will she be mad? Will you end up crying?

These are some of the scenarios that I thought I would go through in the event I lost my wedding ring. I wished that day would never come. 

Unfortunately, it became a reality last week. While waging a war on my keyboard at work, I suddenly realized that the gold ring that used to adorn my ring finger was no longer there. 

A sudden burst of panic. That is exactly what I felt, along with a range of other emotions. Like a headless chicken, I frantically searched for my ring everywhere: under the desk, in my bag; I even rerouted my steps to the washroom, most probably looking like a maniac to my fellow colleagues. 

After searching for some time, I gave up hope and mentally prepared for the worst. Soon, I calmed myself down and told myself to think logically. I asked myself, "When was the last time you saw it?". This question should have had an easy answer. However, I had no clue when I had last seen it. It was ALWAYS there. Omnipresent. Following me wherever I went. In fact, it had adapted itself to be like an organ, inseparable. 

Now, with it gone, I had to break this news to my dear wife. For some reason, unbeknownst to me, unlike my doomsday predictions, I did not have any major qualms about breaking this news to her. Now, I will not lie; I was a teeny bit scared of her reaction. Nevertheless, I got her on the phone and broke the news. Her reaction was something I could not have predicted before. Total calm. There are no other words to describe it. To paraphrase, "Oh.. it's ok..maybe it's at home". 

I was lost as I did not know what to feel at the time. Then, a smile came across my face as I realized how much our relationship had grown. From the fighting of the initial years, we had both (my wife more) grown so much together over the years. I guess we both realized that, yes, the wedding ring is sacrosanct. However, at the end of the day, it is just a piece of metal. What truly matters is the love that binds us together. Not a ring made of gold.

Well, this story ends on an even happier note. My wife found the ring lying under the pillow on our bed. 

As they say, all's well that ends well.