It All Began...

The day I turned 22.

Honest.

What do any good, conscientious, loving parents do when their tall, slim, fair, engineer daughter turns 22? They declare war and search for a tall, slim (optional), fair (totally optional), double degreed, well settled son-in-law.

I learned something. Given the impossible criteria parents set (worse than ours, trust me) there is only a single guy who would fit them all. Hence, we may conclude there is just one person made for us after all. Better let the parents find him!

In this space, I shall chronicle my tales of photos, horoscopes, castes, sub castes, visits, politics, paisa and the other intricacies of arranged marriages. Hope you sympathise...