These feelings started one day, when I was attending an online conference. I clicked Leave Meeting, but had an odd sense of something unfinished. Then, I realised what it was.

I fished out the email of one of the speakers, whom I did not actually know, and wrote: "Hi, I just wanted to say how much I loved what you were wearing." A magenta flower in her hair, a yellow dupatta with a biscuit brown pattern of sparrows, her witty outfit had filled me with enjoyment. She wrote back to inform me that someone had left the dupatta in her office and she had claimed it for herself, so "our tastes match." This is the post panel moment I so miss.