Though well on its way, blogging had yet to become completely associated with the display of lurid spectacle. Yes, Linda Ikeji sat tentatively above a coterie of imitators but no one would throw a worrisome glance your way if you claimed to be a writer who maintained a blog. What’s that? One of these blogs was the scene of our first meeting.

Our minds met first. In hindsight, there was something Indian about that meeting, this time with the universe playing conniving Indian parents. We knew nothing about it, had no say in the matter but here we were strapped into the seats of the most dramatic roller-coaster you can imagine. Six years down and now we can fart in each other’s faces.