“She inhaled deeply—and sneezed. Stupid allergies. “Gods bless you,” Rishi said. Dimple arched an eyebrow. “Gods?” He nodded sagely. “As a Hindu, I’m a polytheist, as you well know.” Dimple laughed. “Yes, and I also know we still only say… — Sandhya Menon Copy Share Image
“With a lurch Rishi realized his brain was also diverting blood flow to other parts of his body. He immediately began to think of… — Sandhya Menon Copy Share
“You. Are. Beautiful. Lajawab. My only worry is that I might not be able to do you justice.” — Sandhya Menon Copy Share
“When they finally pulled apart, Rishi’s mouth tingling still, Dimple smiled shyly and looked down at their hands, entwined between them on the bench.… — Sandhya Menon Copy Share
“I feel like I need to speak out, because if no one speaks out, if no one says, this is me, this is what… — Sandhya Menon Copy Share
“And then he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her to him, one hand moving up to cup her cheek, thumb just under… — Sandhya Menon Copy Share
“She wept for her hardheadedness, and for a world that couldn't just let her be both, a woman in love and a woman with… — Sandhya Menon Copy Share
“It was like two invisible puppeteers, standing stage left and stage right, were yanking on strings to lift up the corners of her mouth.… — Sandhya Menon Copy Share
“Dimple thought of Insomnia Con, of Jenny Lindt, of SFSU, of Stanford. Of all the things she’d jeopardize if she called Ritu auntie a… — Sandhya Menon Copy Share
“Her body conveyed anger like a second language; she must have had a lot of practice” — Sandhya Menon Copy Share
“It was sort of nice that she didn’t need to explain the hovering, how it really came from a place of love. Rishi got… — Sandhya Menon Copy Share
“She set her book carefully down, dog-earing a corner of her page with love.” — Sandhya Menon Copy Share
“Dimple could see, flush from the endorphins of a great performance, why actors and performers got addicted to this kind of thing. It had… — Sandhya Menon Copy Share
