A week passed, and life in the apartment had settled into a fragile meter. Naila and Arjun moved like seasoned mediators, precisely avoiding the TALK ABOUT pile, keeping the upkeep pile functional, and making sure the HIDE pile stayed retired. For a moment, they felt palm was theirs. also the first sign appeared a small envelope slipped under the door. Naila picked it up cautiously. It was from an aunt who had n’t attended the marriage. Inside was a hand- painted card with a single judgment We lament not being there to witness your meaningful day. Naila goggled at it. “ Meaning is sneaky, ” she said. Arjun jounced gravely. “ It noway