We wouldn't have afuture. My marriage is one hundred percent going to be with someonefrom one of the major clans, in an arranged marriage. Mother, I...know,will try to find someone I am compatible with, she wants me to be happy('I mean happy enough,' I think to myself, 'she's not going to scuttle achoice 'deal' entirely on my feelings'.), but she's totally in control,and it's going to be the Lees or the Carvers or the Wainwrights or the'you name its', and that's the way it is or will be. So. Despite the language issues between us, we soon had established a good rapport. So, Raman felt comfortable asking them to take some photographs of us. We wanted to capture the picture of us looking like mummies which is what we felt the paste made us appear.After some time, they began removing the paste and told us to take a shower to remove the remainder while they prepared a flower bath for us in the tub. When Raman and I were showering, he asked Somsiri to take a few photos of us in. The haze of pleasant memories was abruptly pushed aside by the realization that it was a workday and that I hadn’t called in sick, and didn’t I have a couple of important meetings that I’d forgotten to cancel? I jumped out of bed and pulled my bathrobe on, quickly tying the belt in a simple knot before walking out into the hallway to search for my phone. The sound of laughter made me turn and walk towards what I suspected was two happy brothers, perhaps they would know where my phone was. As I. ”We then spent the rest of our evening talking and laughing about other things in our lives. Anjali told many amusing stories about some of the other tenants. I discussed some of the crazier things that went on at my job.By the time we’d gotten back to the apartment building, it was almost midnight.“Oh, my,” she said. “I’ve kept you up so late and you’re working tomorrow.”“Don’t worry about it. I usually get by on about four hours’ sleep anyway, plus it was worth spending an evening with such a.