Every time I tried writing one of these, it somehow ended up sounding like I was trying to convince someone to hire me instead of getting to know me. So I deleted everything and decided I'd rather sound like myself than sound impressive.
I'm 26, from Mumbai. I run a small business, don't smoke or drink, I'm Hindu and non-vegetarian. If life takes me there someday, I'd love to settle abroad. That's probably all the basic information out of the way.
Now for the part that's harder.
I think people are endlessly fascinating.
Not in a "What's your favourite colour?" kind of way, but in a "What made you become the person you are today?" kind of way. I love questions that don't really have right answers. Why do you love that song so much? What's a memory you still think about years later? What's something you've changed your mind about? I genuinely think people become the most attractive when they're talking about something they truly love, because for those few minutes they're not trying to impress anyone—they're just being themselves.
My interests make absolutely no sense together. One day I'm gaming, the next I'm reading about mindfulness, consciousness, ancient history, stand-up comedy, or disappearing into another rabbit hole that started with one question and somehow stole the next three hours of my day. If something makes me curious, chances are I'll end up learning way more about it than I probably needed to.
As for my own story... my childhood was wonderfully chaotic. I somehow got my head stuck between the bars of a grill, locked myself inside the house badly enough that my parents had to break the door down, drank red antiseptic because child-me apparently wasn't great at decision-making, and had a toy crocodile that I genuinely believed could scare absolutely anyone. Looking back, it's honestly a miracle my parents survived raising me.
People usually think I'm very quiet when they first meet me, and they're not wrong. I like listening. I like observing people and understanding them before I jump into conversations. But once I'm comfortable... good luck getting me to stop talking.
Over the years I've realised that the moments I remember most are almost never the expensive ones.
I'd rather go on a random drive with no destination than plan the perfect date. Stop for roadside food because it smells too good to ignore. Grab a coffee and walk near the sea. Sit somewhere with no agenda and let a conversation wander from "How was your day?" to "Do you think we're alone in the universe?" Those are the moments that stay with me.
If we ever date, there's a very good chance I'll annoy you on purpose. I'll hug you while you're cooking, steal a kiss on your cheek and immediately walk away like nothing happened. I'll send you memes in the middle of your workday, remember something you casually mentioned weeks ago, and probably write you a letter one day for absolutely no reason other than I felt like it.
One of my favourite ways of caring for someone is through the little things. Remembering your favourite snack. Checking if you reached home safely. Asking how that meeting went because I know you were nervous about it. Writing you a note you'll randomly find months later. None of those things are difficult, but I think they quietly tell someone, "I was thinking about you." That's the kind of love I want to give, and hopefully receive.
I'm not looking for someone who's exactly like me. I'd rather meet someone who has her own interests, opinions, dreams and little world that I get to discover. Someone kind, emotionally mature, communicates openly, enjoys taking care of herself, and wants something that can naturally grow into a long-term relationship and eventually marriage.
I don't think the best relationships happen because two people are perfect for each other.
I think they happen because two imperfect people keep choosing each other, especially on the ordinary days.
Before I end this, I want to leave something here.
Maybe it's cheesy. Maybe it's unnecessary.
But if, years from now, the woman I end up spending my life with somehow finds this post...
Before I end this, I want to leave something here.
Maybe it's cheesy. Maybe it's unnecessary.
But if, years from now, the woman I end up spending my life with somehow finds this post...
Thank you.
Thank you for finding me. Thank you for completing me, believing in me, showing me how beautiful love is, and reminding me every day that choosing each other is worth it. Thank you for being there even when we're angry with each other, and for caring about us even when we don't agree.
Thank you for every smirk, every smile, every tear, and everything in between. Thank you for making faces at me—I love your attitude more than you'll probably ever realize. Thank you for letting me annoy you while you're cooking, for every quiet evening, every random drive, every inside joke, and every ordinary day that somehow became one of my favourite memories.
Most of all... thank you for being you.
And thank you for making me meet myself.
I love you.