**DISCLAIMER: This book got its inspiration from an Urdu novelist.**
I'm a ring, the round, metallic thing people wear around their fingers.
My name is Ring.
I am two hundred and thirty-three years old and my birthday is on the twenty-sixth of this month.
(Psst! Don't forget to buy me a present and please...I don't want another ring so that's totally off the wishlist. Some perverts think its really funny to buy me a ring on my birthday but now I have 187 already and I have no place to stack a new one so please - no rings!)
My father is a direct descendant of the Royal family, i.e., 24 carat gold.
My mother on the other hand, is the sole heir of the diamond kingdom.
My siblings include fifty-six brothers and forty-three sisters (yes...I know...its always a scene from some battlefield at home...*sigh*).
I'm the eldest among the second half of all of my sisters and the youngest of the first third of my brothers.
My likes include:
being oohed and aahed at,
being worn over a silken glove,
and definitely being kissed by handsome young men while they court my owners.
Ah...what more can a ring ask for, really?
My dislikes include:
bathing (it dulls my glow ),
handshakes ( of course, I too feel the pressure when squeezed in a death grip ),
and last but not the least, an absolute hate is being worn with a silver bracelet
(Gold and silver don't match at all...but these ladies have no sense of fashion. How very tragic!)
My favourite memory is when Prince Zain slid me onto Princess Raya's finger on their wedding. (What? You don't know who they are? Shocking! Which planet are you from again?)
My worst memory is, when after watching that insulting horror movie, The Ring, my owner's five year old, very healthy son, pulled me off his mother and stomped on me with his entire being.Oh such horror it was! I had then been in a bad shape for the next three days, until I was taken to the goldsmith, who put me back into my perfect shape, like a loyal servant.
Well, so now that you are aquainted with me, I will give you the honour to accompany me on my walk down the memory lane.