Here is a sonnet from Vikram Seth's novel in verse, "The Golden Gate" Very likely this is about a Hardware Engineer in silicon valley, whose (unauthorised) "profile" had been posted on a desi matrimony site. He tuned his thoughts to electronic Circuitry. This soothed his mind. He left irregular (moronic) Sentimentality behind. He thought of or-gates and of and-gates, Of ROMs, of nor-gates, and of nand-gates, Of nanoseconds, megabytes, And bits and nibbles… but as flights Of silhouetted birds move cawing Across the pine-serrated sky, Dragged from his cove, not knowing why, He feels an urgent riptide drawing Him far out, where, caught in the kelp Of loneliness, he cries for help.