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Episode 11: The Girl I Brought Home
The one who writes love stories to children who will never exist The girl I brought home, with her collection of becoming. I don’t have a lot of wealth, but I have a lot of crap. Earrings that I bought during various phases of optimism. Books that I’ve accumulated like some people collect frequent flyer Continue reading
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Episode 9: Tindexit (Or, The Beautiful Eyes Brigade)
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 Continue reading
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Episode 8: The Boy from Tokyo (Who Was Actually from Osaka)
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 Continue reading
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Episode 7: The Double L Guy
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 Continue reading
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Episode 6: The Star That Died Before It Reached Earth
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 Continue reading
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Episode 5: The Boy Who Ticked All the Boxes
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 Continue reading
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Episode 4: The Boy Who Wanted To Save The World
And I was just trying to survive Wednesdays Worn into the neighbourhood like memory We lived in the same neighbourhood, but I’d never met him. Our fathers, however, were walking buddies, united by a shared fondness for early mornings, rising cholesterol, and spirited complaints about inflation and their adult children.Their daily route was short, but Continue reading
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Episode 3: How I Met His Brother (and It’s Not What You Think)
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 Continue reading
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Episode 2: The Boy Who Objected to My Nose Pin
The one who said ‘Oh. Your nose. The arch, the traffic, the twilight. A fork in the road I didn’t take. Image Credit For the longest time, I believed the only thing standing between me and hotness was a nose pin.Not confidence. Not better lighting. Not therapy. Just a little stud on my right nostril. Continue reading
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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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