Meet my new wife: devnetjobsindia.org. It’s like a marriage where the spouses sleep in separate beds.
Every morning, I wake up, sit up, and get off my floor mattress. I think about whether or not today will finally be the day that I head over to the Lajpat Nagar Market to haggle with the furniture makers.
Then, I make myself a bowl of Muesli cereal with lukewarm soymilk — no fridge yet, remember? I walk over to my housemate’s laptop, turn on the computer, and check in with my wife, Ms. DevNetJobsIndia.org.
She greets me with an array of options for morning conversation. A development project in Bihar. A optometry clinic in Tamil Nadu. A civil rights posting in New Delhi. What? Wait! Civil Rights? New Delhi? The MS Word resume is quickly deployed.
And so our love affair continues. Sometimes, I slip out for a South Indian thali at a nearby restaurant. Other times, I eat my way through cheap Punjabi food at an outdoor dhaba. And the evenings always lure me away — salsa classes, dinner with friends, perhaps a lecture.
But the next morning, our spousal routines resume. And my wife entices me with conversational options again.
