Yeah, so I attempt to wonder what I was missing and I found that I missed an outlet, a person, a friend, a brother maybe, or maybe just someone to speak to, open out to, explore the boundaries. And thus I realised that's that something that can be done in two ways, a) Doing it with some friend/wife/brother/sister or b) Write. Yeah, so I attempt to write again.

The marriage was fine. It was nothing great, but there were no flaws that we didn't mind. There were some great moments. There were a lot of smiles, but the one who's not smiling is Ashima. All because of that engagement makeup gone horribly wrong. She was planning for two months for this event, drove me all around Kolkata, while carting all the way to Tanishq all this while, only for a stupid make up artist to get it all wrong for her. Damn the touch of bad.

Brb. Great idea. And that's how this attempt at writing ends.