Oh, Twinkle.

            I was expecting a more of a directly conveyed moral to eventually arrive when I first started reading this story. Instead, I found myself making lots assumptions about and changes to how I thought the character felt about each other. I’ll highlight the notable parts of my thought process:

            At first I felt like the couple was playfully in love, bickering almost flirtatiously. Then, as the bickering seemed to grow in clashing, I started to feel like Twinkle was oblivious and Sanjeev was impatient and irritable. As the story continued, Twinkle grew more and more captivated by the various religious paraphernalia throughout the house, and, understandably, Sanjeev grew more frustrated and cynical.

            Just as I begin to question the security of the marriage, I was informed that Twinkle and Sanjeev had only known each other for six months, and the Sanjeev was beginning to really notice some of Twinkle’s more annoying habits. I thought this was interesting, because as both of these characters develop in my eyes, they were developing in the eyes of one another as well.

            I wondered if Twinkle was open to exploring the Christian faith. At the start of the story, she refers to herself as a “good little Hindu.” This statement seemed slightly sarcastic, and it seemed more important as she continued to make other similar statements such as, “Face it. This house is blessed.” This could also be sarcastic, but on the whole, Twinkle seems to be a intrigued by Christianity, at the least.

            Later, Sanjeev questions his love for Twinkle, and love itself. This part of the story seems pivotal to me. If Sanjeev isn’t sure about love, how can we reach conclusions about how he really feels? I would venture to say that we might be able to analyze their relationship and reach a conclusion that even they seem unable to reach.

            The story ends on a note that places a surprisingly clear picture in my mind. I can see Twinkle genuinely appreciating her husband, even though she doesn’t always show it. I could almost see Sanjeev chuckle in amused submission to his wife’s odd behaviors, realizing that he can see himself spending his life with her, and all of her “unique” attributes.

            A much shallower thought about the story: I liked the way it was written. Clear and interesting descriptions abounded, and interactions between and feelings of characters were noted in ways that seemed unfamiliar but fitting.