Month: August 2018

WHEN DIMPLE MET RISHI

WHEN DIMPLE MET RISHI by SANDHYA MENON

“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 a career, without flares of guilt and self-doubt seeping in and wreaking havoc.”

“You’re going to see a lot of it. People getting ahead unfairly because of the category into which they were born: male or white or straight or rich.”

“This is our life. We get to decide the rules. We get to say what goes and what stays, what matters and what doesn’t. And the only thing I know is that I love you.”

Reading this stellar romantic novel has been Kismet and I know Rishi will agree with me.  I first came across it in June’s feed of some bookstagram accounts. Later when I will research, read then fall in love with YA Romance genre. I’d meet reviews, recommendation posts and sworn oaths about this amazing storyline. I decided to read it because of its main characters. I mean opposites attract right? Two young Indian American teens, one is a modern ‘woman in tech’ while the other is a traditional son who is ‘hobby comic artist’. Both who were matchmade had different views on love, stability and family traditions. Divine!

I appreciate the book being written in chapters alternating between Dimple and Rishi’s point of views. I fell in love with Dimple first then with Rishi faster. It’s also a coming of age novel wrapped in young romance tale. It discusses a lot of questions young ambitious persons with caring families ask. It was delightful that I got to watch Dimple and Rishi warm up to each other after their not so polite first meet. The friendship both characters build becomes a strong foundation for their mutual respect, attraction, and other things. How alive Dimple Shah is, is revitalizing. She would call to me in between lectures and my LL.B research time. Asking if I wasn’t curious about her and Rishi’s app development progress or treasured art in Rishi’s sketchpads or their kissing tab (I kept one). For teenagers, these two were mature, articulate, cultured, brilliant, bright and rightly matched. Their opposing views on family and responsibilities as an Indian child helped each other appreciate life a bit more. I’m now on a search for a bar like the one Rishi took Dimple to on their first non-date turned date night. I mean limited edition books, food and cocktails..sounds like I’m going to be searching Lagos.

Heck, halfway through the books I had mental fan art depictions of petite Dimple with her wild curls and taller Rishi armed with his sun rise smile and gada. Rishi Patel, unlike my suspicions, was kind, sweet, thoughtful and responsible aka a hundred yards of husband material. Their chemistry was erotica gold and fanfic worthy! I’m sure Karl felt it warm him up. Other minor characters also had diverse interests, races, financial backgrounds, personalities which added to the conflict and climax of this YA Romance. Surprisingly, both parents were much more supportive than the heroes felt. The best conflict is usually internal conflict of a character magnified by external conflicts. Sandhya Menon crafted this perfectly with the end of Insomnia Con and other things. Like the author said in her acknowledgements I really did see some sides of myself in Dimple and Rishi. Lord knows how many times I’ve painfully broken off budding love to focus on my career or reality.

It amazing how encompassing the themes and lessons are. Sexual responsibility, signs of growing love, crash course on being a jerk, date slay dressing tips. To sharing the importance of seeking your loved ones happiness, tips on sibling rivalry, peer pressure, planning meaningful dates, evading persistent mothers and kajal, stalking mentors to present an elevator pitch. Should I continue the list? The book was set in San Francisco in present day. The detailed knowledge of comic art and computer programming by the characters made the psychological set robust. With an easy to read vocabulary the writing style was simple but artistic. Vivid imagery, humorous irony, quirky dialogues give this story LIFE!!! There were Indian everyday words to those for food, endearments, feelings, etc. I learnt a few new words (a mean fit for a book to do these days.). The tone was warm, inclusive and descriptive.  I noticed a few contemporary romance clichés reenacted beautifully (eg. the unexpected but fate destined end).

When Dimple met Rishi coffee splashed while hopes soared.  Now the book is over I’ll miss watching Dimple push her glasses up her nose with Rishi or see Rishi smile and sketch characters for their app or being able to roll my eyes when the Aberzombies holler by. Although, I can’t pick out in clear words where the book title is from. It’s in how they first meet and Dimple’s character. Which is perfectly photographed on the book cover. In the beginning was the end, is really clear once you read this. Five bursts of riveting golden fireworks for resolved plot conflicts, answering difficult questions, teaching lessons about family and love.

 

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Chopping Board

On the chopping board of life stands sweet and lays sour ‎things. They are chopped, cut, diced and served up delicious with tangy bits. I mused about life as I continued typing my research paper. I could pause my music player to listen to your voice notes. All your voice notes. You see, I love voices, listening to their sultry, cheery or silken smoky tones‎.

On the chopping board of life we all lay here. Either dissected or being prepared to be prodded by tools ie. persons or experiences that bring out ourselves. ‎I pause Ella Fitzgerald infamous sensual jazz ballad, At Last. Then my right fingers play your voice note. While my left palm reached for my cold glass of pink yoghurt. Sweet and sour. Sour strawberry creaminess coat my curling tongue like a French kiss. Sweet, sweetness is your voice. The moment passed like how I missed making your acquaintance about ten times before I did a year ago.

A DJ turn table or photo editing app is what ‎life uses these days. Chopping up beats and mixing pulses of daily life. Cropping and feeding filtered gradients that gradually alter reality’s real. So I listen to Sufjan Stevens’ hollow singing thrown in after your voice like sour yoghurt sipped after chewing sweet, soft chocolate cake bits.

CHOP! the knife slices into the small brown circumference. ‎Like my excitement shorten night’s rest. CROPPED, ‎I now have another taste of life for myself.