Gauri: Guran read my fortune today.
Bhuvan: Really? What's the misfortune then?
Gauri: So cruel? I won't tell you.
Bhuvan: Oh come on.
Gauri: He said I'll put henna on my hands this year - I mean get married.
Bhuvan: That's great! Who's the lucky boy?
Gauri: How would I know? But Guran did say that the house I marry into will have a neem tree in the yard. It will also have a big field beside it, some chickens, two cows, and three goats. What about you?
Bhuvan: I'd have to marry someone my mother likes.
Gauri: Someone your mother likes?