There's a saying in Tamil that goes ‘Vendum endral kidaikadhu, vendam endral vilagadhu.’ (If you want, it moves away, if you don't want, it will never move away) This is what happened to me bang on one fine day.
I have never worn a nose stud ever. Both, my husband and I do not like it. But, being a lover of fashion jewellery, I was suddenly impressed with a collection that someone had posted on a fb group. Upon enquiry, incidentally, I got to know that the shop was close by my office and ever since then I was craving to try my hands on it.
Last afternoon, I wanted to succumb to my urge and went to buy with a friend. We had to spend some time searching for the place n finally we did. Although the variety in that shop was not impressive, I wanted to buy one to feed my desire.
Meanwhile, I had already made my boss pissed by taking a long lunch break. This was the jinxed beginning to my nose stud love. Most of them including my husband and friends down voted for the nose ring claiming it didn't suit me. It apparently made me feel bad.
Nevertheless, I wanted to try it in a different attire upon suggestions by a few. So did I and it was a mass hit. I put on a shirt and promptly clicked a selfie and posted it to a women group and everybody said it was cute! Stepping out with pride I walked a few meters from home and to my shock I noticed that my nose stud was gone!
We had not cooked for the day and I was already hungry. I was getting late for office. However, I went back home and searched everywhere but it was missing.
However, I laugh at my misfortune. The nose ring played a mischievous role, deliberating on putting me down. And if I feel low, I make the mischief monger win. This got me into a free spirit and I laughed over the series of events created by the nose stud and understood that it was good riddance. It was lost for good and I am not a grain sized disturbed.
