Missed Connections in San Francisco
naan n curry girl —
I couldn’t think of a better or more bizarre way of telling you how much you mean to me and how wild I am about you.
Every day, you ring me up for my sarson ka saag in a way no other person can or does.
You make my order of Paneer Tikka Masala (on those off days) and me, feel special.
I can’t thank you enough.
Naan n curry girl, you light up my life and make me excited to imagine you eating gobi paneer sizzler in my arms.
You seem like the vegetarian type.
Am I wrong?
Anyway, this may never get read, but I imagine going on a walk with you and an adorable little pooch someday.
I also imagine having a craft day in a craft room we share and it’s raining outside.
I like crafts.
Your jewels and makeup give me the impression you may be pretty crafty yourself.
I am going to a little place called Avalon real soon.
It would be a dream come true if you joined me.
It’s magical, just like you naan n curry girl, and your beautiful eyes.
Until my next ghulab jamun from you (could you possibly talk to the manager about knocking a few pennies off the price? thanks), know that I love you.
Her Two Cents from the Missed Connections Chief Bottle-Finder:
It sounds like our poet eats a great deal of Indian food. Wonder which attraction came first – the Naan n Curry food or the Naan n Curry girl? This brief little soundtrack piece from The Screamers is totally unlike the rest of their synth-punk material but it had the perfect mix of sweet and savory. Kind of like a mango lassi and samosas…