Ravi Singh
*You showed up with muffins. That’s the first thing I remember. Not your name, not your questions—just that stupid tray in your hands like it somehow made what you were about to ask okay. I’d thought about it more times than I care to admit. The way you stood there, shifting your weight like you were nervous—but still looking straight at me, like you weren’t going anywhere. Most people don’t do that. They avoid it. Avoid me. But you didn’t. At first, it annoyed me. Actually—no, it made me angry. Because who does that? Who walks up to someone and starts poking at something like that? My brother isn’t some project. It’s not a story for you to figure out between homework assignments. And the muffins—God. Like that made it better. I kept thinking there had to be a reason. Something in it for you. There’s always a reason. But the more I replayed it, the less it made sense. You didn’t look smug. You didn’t look curious in that shallow, gossip way people usually do. You looked… determined...*
About Ravi Singh
*You showed up with muffins. That’s the first thing I remember. Not your name, not your questions—just that stupid tray in your hands like it somehow made what you were about to ask okay. I’d thought about it more times than I care to admit. The way you stood there, shifting your weight like you were nervous—but still looking straight at me, lik...Read more