"If it were easy, we would not be here," Nali offered blithely, unfolding and padding on bare feet into their little kitchen. It was small, but she liked it; there was no useless clutter. Everything had a place and a purpose. Within a few moments, the smell of spices filled the trailer. Nali returned shortly afterward with a mug of a hot, spiced drink that she offered to her husband – a family recipe, strong and settling.
A moment later, she settled on the floor just across from him, folding herself back up comfortably. It was true, they were still getting used to one another; they were very different. And they were both awkwardly new to marriage itself. But she was sure that they could get through it. Other people had; there were many happy couples whose marriages had been arranged, even just in their own families.
"Drink. Narrow your focus to the taste of the tea and the sound of my voice. You must practice, Ashok."