When Dimple Met Rishi (Dimple and Rishi, #1)

by Sandhya Menon

The woman was relentless, with the jaw muscles of a jungle predator.

Your spirits are already friends. That was it, he thought. Even though this was the first day he’d spent any kind of extended time with Dimple, he felt like he already knew her. Like they were continuing a conversation they’d left off.

feel like I need to speak out, because if no one speaks out, if no one says, This is me, this is what I believe in, and this is why I’m different, and this is why that’s okay, then what’s the point? What’s the point of living in this beautiful, great melting pot where everyone can dare to be anything they want to be?”

“Besides, haven’t you gone to India and just stood among your relatives and listened to their stories and felt like… I don’t know, like you wanted to tell more people?”

I’ve never really had good friends in high school I wanted to keep in touch with. There’s no one I’ll miss.”

Loneliness. That’s what he was describing. And she’d felt it so much it had become like a constant presence in her life, curled up against her like a sleeping cat.

he was like a pop song you thought you couldn’t stand, but found yourself humming in the shower anyway.