How I did not meet your Father
A recurring series in which I mine my non-existent love life for content, gently, and with context.
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Episode 1: The Boy Who Sang
The one who found me emotionally underqualified Dadar station, behind the grill. Like every near-miss, framed but unfinished. Image Credit Yes, he aspired to be a singer.Yes, which was a strange choice of profession for a good Indian boy. But the real surprise was this: my parents were the ones who set me up with him. I’d Continue reading
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How I Did Not Meet Your Father
A Preface Some stories are love stories.Some are almosts.These are the other kind. This is a recurring series about the people I didn’t end up with, not just because they weren’t right for me, but sometimes because I wasn’t right for them. Too talkative. Too quiet. Too opinionated. Not opinionated enough. Not religious enough. Not thin Continue reading
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