We met online, because apparently fate works through Wi-Fi these days. From the first conversation, we hit it off. Okay, from the second, actually. Our conversations took us many places, but mostly our journeys through grief, Italy and India. We started dreaming of a future: a home where pasta meets pav bhaji, and our kids argue over whether idli or cornetto makes a better breakfast. (It's Idli, btw). It was electric—she judged my spice tolerance, and I questioned her commitment to the Roman empire. True love! Fast forward a couple of years, and our life is now a delightful mix of chaos, curry, and carbs. We’ve embraced our differences, shared our quirks, and turned diversity into our superpower. Who needs normal when you have amore e masala?