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Ryan stared at the big box of good
luck and all the best cards and gifts she had received when she had
quit work. The day she had quit the cut throat corporate life,
Ryan stared at the big box of good luck and all the best cards and gifts she had received when she had quit work. The day she had quit the cut throat corporate life, she was jubilant. She was sick of not doing her favourite things, she was sick of missing time with her friends because of work, she was sick of coming home so late that by the time she had a shower it was time to get ready for round two. She was disgusted at herself for being this girl and not the girl she had hoped she would be at 27.
But today four months later, unemployment and harsh reality caught up with Ryan. After two months of blissful rejuvenating me time, Ryan began looking for a job that she was in need of, but no avail. Now two months and 65 odd interviews later, her spirit was breaking apart. She couldnt eat, she couldnt sleep, she hated the bright lights, and she either stopped talking to people or replied in monosyllables, going out of the apartment was something she detested. But this not once did she weep or feel sorry for quitting.
Having nothing else to do, she decided to organise her cupboard. When she was down to the last compartment she found her year book, nostalgia brimmed in her as she went through it but when she was done, she felt miserable! In her book were 45 classmates who had faith in her, who were sure that no matter what she would choose to do, she would do it in a remarkable way. She flung the book away and the old brown cover that she had put on to protect the book came off, and out fell an old photo of her and her grandpa. Squinting, her eyes to see better in the dim light, she noticed that both of them were wearing paper rings.
She smiled wistfully, paper rings, they had been a great part of her life. Ryan was five years old when grandpa came to live with them after grandma died. She noticed that often he would have a paper strip on his finger. Approaching the tall, silent old man, whom she was a little afraid off, she asked him what it was and to her surprise a smile broke on his face and his eyes twinkled as he told her it was a paper ring. Hoisting a clueless Ryan on his lap, he explained to her that after grandma died he would often feel sad and get lonely and then he would make paper rings and wear them to remind himself that he wasnt alone and no matter what he had people who loved him and watched out from him, and he took his finger ring and put it on Ryan and it became an tradition. Whenever Ryan had a bad day, poor grade, anything that would make her sad, grandpa would give her a paper ring and when she noticed grandpa sad, angry or lonely she would make him one, their ring tradition was a neighbourhood legend. This went on for 8 years till friends, school, boys gained higher importance and the tradition faded. When grandpa died 2 years later, she did cry and she did miss him terribly but the pain died away soon, he had left for her something in a black cover but she hadnt opened it.
Ryan remembered that she still had it somewhere and after a quick search of her storeroom she found it and in it was a scrap book, with all the rings she had ever given grandpa with the date, how , when, why next to it and on the last page was a big paper ring in which grandpa in his neat handwriting had written that no matter what he loved her and would always watch out for her.
As the suns first rays, seeped in through the gap between the curtains, Ryan began to do two things she hadnt done in a long time , she began to weep and make paper rings, for then she knew everything would be alright.