Stone of a circle

Robin Singh Mathew checked his pockets for the umpteenth time. Well he couldn't be blamed. He was going to propose to a very rich lady of the town and he had spent all his earnings on that lovely ring. He knew she would fall for such a precious stone. He closed his eyes a moment trying to shift his attention off the rickety bus. Well, he had nothing much left with him after the purchase of the ring and fuel for as second hand car had been part of the purchase. He chose to walk the rest of the distance so that the lady will not know he had travelled in a common man's means of transport. He reached her house, a white palatial building and he knew his one room apartment would be just the size of her pet dog's kennel. But it had been his dream to marry a rich woman of the town and so he waited on her doorstep till she was ready to meet him. Robin who had never wished his mother or teacher, bent at a right angle that made the wind jam the door tight. He had always had a very inconveniently sized behind but then at the moment all that mattered was his moment with the richest lady of the town. And as he held the precious ring out to her, she hooked it up from his palm with the curve of a red painted manicured hand and said,"Oh Robbi what a poor circle of a stone". Next morning Robin drove to the office where he worked as a junior clerk in a fuel filled second hand car.