My mother likes rings among all ornaments. I like rings, too, because they are less expensive, easy to carry, and easy to wear and take off.
On my birthday, Mom brought a ring. It was a little big, golden-coloured ring that looked like a gold ring. After my birthday, I wore it to the office. Shampa first noticed my ring, and she assumed I had gotten engaged. I didn't say anything; I just smiled. She couldn't keep her happiness inside herself, so she spread it to the whole office.
Many colleagues came to say congratulations. First I didn't get chance to explain, later I thought let them think like that. I am not getting married anyway. So, what's the difference. I can tell them after a couple of days. Let's just enjoy the fun right now.
Some male colleagues met with me personally and congratulated me. I felt maybe they had more feelings than a colleague to me. That made me think perhaps I shouldn't tell anyone about their misunderstanding. Let's better let them believe that I am engaged. This will be easy for me to handle the situation.
One day, Shampa had a doubt about my reaction. Because I was not telling anything about my fiance, I only brought my ring. I confirmed with her later that she was right.
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