After a year of dating, Moushumi and Gogol marry. Their parents plan the ceremony, which takes place in the New Jersey suburbs, close to Moushumi’s family’s new home. Although they would have preferred an elegant ceremony in Manhattan, their parents insist on organizing a gathering that follows Bengali traditions. Gogol and Moushumi decide it is easier to go along with their parents’ wishes than to contradict them. The ceremony is long, and includes periods of sitting, standing, and eating that Gogol and Moushumi barely understand. They speak only a little during. Gogol is struck by Moushumi’s beauty, in her traditional sari, and when they do manage to talk to one another, after the wedding is over, they remark on how relieved they are to be alone together. In their hotel room that evening, they make love and tally how much money they’ve been given: over 7,000 dollars. Gogol jokingly calls Moushumi Mrs. Ganguli—since they both know she will keep her maiden name, Mazoomdar.
The two rent an apartment on Third Avenue in the Twenties, downtown. They furnish it with items from Ikea, and Gogol enjoys the patterns of their married life. Occasionally he fears he is a “back-up” to Graham, the banker, with whom Moushumi had planned an extravagant wedding. Gogol shudders inwardly, a little, when he sees Moushumi’s wedding dress for her cancelled first wedding still in their closet. Moushumi, however, says it’s nothing, and that she’ll have it dyed a different color someday. In spring of that year, the couple goes to Paris, where Moushumi gives a talk at the Sorbonne as part of her doctorate. Despite studying its architecture in school, Gogol has never visited France, and he enjoys being a tourist, taking in the sights and sounds of the city, as Moushumi goes about her academic work.
After delivering her paper, Moushumi meets Gogol at a cafe. She is visibly upset, and remarks that she misses Paris. Gogol tries to take her picture, but Moushumi, angry, says she doesn’t want to look like a “tourist” there. They leave the cafe and, soon after, return to America. Lahiri’s narrator changes the scene to a brownstone apartment in Brooklyn, that May, where Moushumi and Gogol are attending a dinner-party thrown by Donald and Astrid, friends of hers from Brown. Gogol is both drawn to and frustrated by the group attending the party. They are intellectuals, artists, Brooklynites. They are wealthy, mostly—and it doesn’t help that Donald and Astrid set Moushumi up, years ago, with Graham. Gogol becomes annoyed by Moushumi’s smoking, and the emptiness of the conversation surrounding him: baby names, organic food, art.
During a conversation about names, Moushumi reveals to the group that hers means “a damp southwesterly breeze.” Gogol is upset that Moushumi has never told him this before. Some minutes later, Gogol joins Donald in the kitchen, where he is preparing the meal. Donald points out the bedroom in that very house where Moushumi stayed, despondent, after her relationship with Graham ended. Nikhil is overcome with jealousy at Moushumi’s emotional proximity to Donald and Astrid. Later, during another conversation about names, over dinner, Moushumi reveals that his original name is Gogol, and that he changed it, officially, in high school. The group is stunned, and they seem to chuckle at the connection to Nikolai Gogol.
When asked why his parents named him for the Russian writer, Gogol says only that his father “was a fan.” Gogol also announces that there is “no such thing” as a perfect name, to which the other guests disagree. But Gogol insists—saying that, before eighteen, “only pronouns” will suffice to identify a child. Gogol realizes that his life with Moushumi, despite seeming so satisfying, has in fact left him angered and lonely.
Moushumi and Gogol’s wedding is a happy occasion. It also foreshadows some of the problems that will come to haunt their relationship. The ceremony, though it is their idea, is planned and executed by their parents. Moushumi and Gogol have very little input into what is said and done, and throughout the proceedings, they see each other and talk to each other minimally. It is as though both the bride’s and groom’s families are in charge of their relationship, rather than Moushumi and Gogol individually. Later, after they have been married some months, Gogol will wonder whether Moushumi regrets marrying a fellow Bengali-American, someone she knew as a young girl. For Gogol worries that Graham, the banker, is Moushumi’s true love: a man who exists outside the closed circle of her family’s life.