And that is how Basmati Blues came to be written. I and two of my friends had a story to tell about our feelings about our mothers and fathers and lovers and bosses and strangers and nature and science and capitalism, and it would all have been pretty embarrassing if we'd just got up at The Moth and talked about it in plain English. Instead we took the more dignified route and presented our concerns in a comedic love story with kissing and dancing and singing and flowers.