Black sari and the noodle strapped blouse; Kartik couldn’t resist looking at Kritika as she opened the door. With the dim lights of numerous candles, the living room complimented the moment perfectly. With a little push to the door and dropping the bag, Kartik slipped into the moment gradually. Getting closer to Kartik and holding his hands, Kritika, in a soft tone, whispered in his ear; “I have been trying to shoot for my Insta-Video since evening and my tripod broke. Will you help me with the camera? Instagram that night was cursed a thousand times.