My marriage had got fixed to a tall, handsome, budding architect who was working in Iran. Mine was a typical Maharashtrian arranged marriage; a complete " kaande- pohe " setting, hands trembling behind the curtain before making my grand entry type. I knew therefore that I would be settling in Iran post marriage. Soon after the wedding, he left for Iran and I was to join him a couple of months later as soon as all the formalities were done with, as is the norm. I had just turned twenty-one, young, excited and apprehensive all rolled into one,on the days prior to my departure. I had carried all the stuff a newly wed would carry to set up the house. Amidst emotional farewells of the entire family who were present in full strength, I boarded the aircraft, took my seat, fastened my seat belt and was all set to fly. As Mark Twain rightly quoted " the secret of getting ahead was to get started." So here I was on the verge of embarking on a journey unknown. I rememb