Maybe it's because there's an endless source of fodder when you're raised by the strictest Indian parents in Canada.
Maybe it's because I only meet the most random men in situations where it's doomed to fail (i.e. a British Barista at Starbucks, an Australian writer, or a Swiss music exec). This leads me to believe that my life is a demented rom-com, which is a huge inspiration in my writing.
And I guess that’s what you'd call "The Book of Awful"---a dropkick to the universe's nuts.