When Dimple Met Rishi

by Sandhya Menon

It was like watching the sun rise, Dimple thought, or the streetlights come on at dusk. Gradual, powerful, brilliant, in a way.

And then she smiled a smile so dazzling, Rishi tripped over his own feet.

So it was a kind of magic, being here in this antiques store with a boy whose eyes were just the right shade of honey.

Rishi was a naturally good friend, she could tell, the kind of guy who thought your every fight was his as well. “Mainly

Utterly sure of himself in a really comfortable way. There was something about people who were that secure; they made you feel better about yourself, like they accepted you for everything you were, imperfections and all.