Primalsoup

In which I discover that being desirable to everyone is worse than being desirable to no one. For 7 weeks, I was a babe. Then I pressed delete. Image Credit On the wrong side of thirty, I finally downloaded a dating app. I’d held out through the early swipe years, but my family WhatsApp groups…

Five emails and a wedding invitation (to someone else) But at least we’ll always have the Pilot pens. Image Credit My family was full of wannabe economists who thought they understood currency markets. So when the proposal came for a boy in Japan, they got out their calculators. “500,000 yen per month!” someone announced, after…

The one who existed perfectly in professional font The one I found through a typo and lost through an expired inbox. Some connections exist perfectly at 10pt Calibri. Image Credit This is about the boy I found through a typo and lost through an expired inbox. I’d just gotten my first corporate email address. An…

The one who was better in parentheses The Star That Died Before It Reached EarthSome stories burn brightest before they ever begin. Image Credit Before the apps. Before the swiping. Before everyone turned into product managers of their own love lives.. there was the internet.And if you were young and a little lonely and halfway…

The one I had no good reason to reject The coffee was warm. The conversation was polite.The chemistry? Pure LinkedIn. Image Credit His parents had already met mine.Not in a vague, floating “let’s see” way, but in the full-blown exchanging rasam ratios, best-retirement-plans, and let’s-go-to-Kashi-together kind of way. Our fathers had both retired from the…

The one who let his brother do the talking A quiet, sunlit apartment. A not-so-quiet surprise inside. Image Credit This one was hard to avoid. The boy was introduced to me by my favourite uncle, the kind of man who called me “child” well into my thirties, and always slipped an extra note into my…