Being the first kid of the new generation I was heavily pampered by almost everyone on my mother’s side. I was always in the limelight. Even on my uncle’s wedding day.
In the year 2001, when the times hadn’t advanced as much, only the men of the house would accompany the bridegroom to the bride’s place for the ceremony while the women had their own celebration back home preparing for the newly-wed couple’s arrival. Being the kid of the house I got my way and I went along with all the men for my uncle’s big day.
The air was cold. It was February. Winters were slowly calming down while Summer was in transition to take over. We completed our journey during the day and ceremonies were to take place during the late evening. All of us were resting in the guest house and soon began to get ready for the big occasion. The bridegroom was being attended by several people to make him look the best. Everyone looked happy except one.
I was struggling with my finger. The ring I was wearing got stuck as my finger had swollen due to the weather. Things would have been fine had I not tried to get it out. But when you realise that something is stuck, you just can’t take it off your mind. I was beginning to cry and the men around me were panicking. My uncle, the bridegroom, moved everyone aside and tried to help but I wouldn’t stop crying. It was time to move out and get started with the ceremonies. He refused to step out until I stopped crying. Everyone was giving it a try but the ring wouldn’t budge while I screamed with pain. I was scared they might have to cut my finger. I cried harder.
One of my uncles emerged with an idea and rubbed a blob of face cream on the finger. It took a while but the ring was pulled out smoothly. As soon as I smiled the crowd cheered. Although this incident scarred me with the thought of rings the love persists till today.
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