It all started with an innocent picnic. My mom went to the annual Lohana picnic and met someone there who had a friend who is single, so she asked him to send an introductory email. No problem. Although she forgot to tell me about the encounter until after I received the email, it was a kind gesture for her to think of me and get the ball rolling. She assured me that she mentioned that he should be 'tall'...
Within the first email exchange, I discovered the this guy is not tall and is barely the same height as me...oops!
This morning, she comes into my room and says "Anika, can you please send me a copy of your bio-data so that is your aunt needs it, I've got it?".
"But, mom, I don't have a bio-data anymore....", I reply.
"Then put one together so that I have it on-hand", she quickly and calmly replies.
Minutes later, she's back up the stairs and comes into my room again...this time, holding the most recent copy of the Times of India (Canadian version).
"You should check out some of these - there's a Gujurati boy who is 6'1"...might be worth sending your bio-data..."
I am tempted to ask her whether the bio-data she requested was really for my aunt or for the matrimonial ads in the paper, but I bite my tongue... has it really come to this - personal ads?
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