text:  I was 21 when my dad started to look for a suitable boy for me. I was living in Bangalore, India at the time, and arranged marriages were pretty common in our family. It meant that not just the boy and the girl had to like each other, but the families also had to like each other. Four years on, by the time I'm 25, I've met 14 boys. That's equal to 14 failed matches.