Henal & Ravi

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One day, I downloaded a dating app called Dil Mil from Facebook. I swiped right on a few profiles and continued with my day.

The next day, I matched with a girl named Henal and texted her, “What is your favorite animal? Turtle or Monkey?” What followed was an incredibly fast progression from totally unknown to fiancée.

Every day we’d talk between one and five hours about anything and everything. I would text her between meetings. I’d call her after work. I’d think about her more than my work. After three weeks of spending every free moment on the phone, I drove to Indiana to meet her for the first time.

The door opened and there stood a girl wearing a red top, black pants, and red shoes. We just stood there for a moment, giggling in the hallway with the door gaping open (she giggled more than I did). We marinated in the contextual awkwardness.

That first date was a Bollywood themed movie night with Mexican takeout. We watched a movie about a woman who is empowered after her childhood friend reneges on a marriage proposal two days before the wedding. Though, my fiancée is not really into movies; about halfway through, she was sleeping in my arms on the couch. I tried not to make any sudden movements that could wake her up. It was the first time I heard her snore. It was also the first time I felt the pinch in my chest that so resembles the plucking of heartstrings. Now I could go on with the inane details but I’m going to cut to the chase. The thing you have to know to understand my fiancée is that she is feisty. The first time I said I love you, she retorted, “I love… coconut.“You should also know that I’m equal amounts trouble. When she met my parents for the first time, I broke the awkwardness by directly saying, “What do you think of her?” every 15 minutes or so.

So when I say that there probably is not a single person more qualified to be my wife, you know that it is true. She can handle me. I can handle her. She knows me. I know her. It’s not easy to find someone like that and it also doesn’t hurt that I’m madly in love with her.

The point is simple—sometimes you get lucky. Sometimes you find your missing puzzle piece, the piece that fits perfectly into the cutout pattern of your life. I get to share great moments with her like standing in the serene gardens of Kyoto, dancing the night away in Osaka, riding elephants in Chiang Mai, or standing at the top of SkyBar in Bangkok. She doesn’t complain when we’re shuffling 100-pound bags between trains and planes at 4 AM (actually, she does complain, but don’t tell her I said that). I know that I can trust her with not only the little things like holding on to my passport or reminding me to pick up my dry cleaning, but also with the real things—my head, my health, and my heart.

What can I say? I’m the luckiest guy in the world. We get married this Christmas Eve.

- Ravi

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