I had taken off for France in 1997 for a one-year work-study program at the Ecole Polytechnique in Paris, France’s most prestigious college. I wanted to meet and marry a French girl. I had never even kissed a girl before, or even held hands with one. I was 28, almost 29. I had to meet someone. I just had to meet someone.
In my student group, there was an American woman from MIT called Julia. She was as plain as plain could get. But those days I was still in Indian mode. Marriage came first, then sex. Julia fell sick with the flu. I galloped down a hundred step stairwell to buy her some food from a store. Another Indian in my group, Soumen, noticed me and has never stopped making fun of me since. We became firm friends. Julia gave me the heave-ho. I didn’t realize then that love...