From Twinkle, with Love by Sandhya Menon

Author:Sandhya Menon
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Simon & Schuster Books for Young Readers

Thirteen

Saturday, June 13

My room

Dear Nora Ephron,

I took a shower, changed into comfy pj’s, and was sitting here doodling when my computer dinged. E-mails below.

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

Subject: The carnival

Hi Twinkle,

I don’t know what happened tonight, but when I got to the carnival, the crowds were impossible to get through. By the time I made it to the carousel and looked around, you weren’t there. Do you want to try to meet up again?

—N

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

Subject: Re: The carnival

They had some free ride thingy going on that apparently turned everyone into greedy, stampeding zombies. Anyway, on the one hand, I do want to try to meet up again. On the other, what if this is a sign from the universe or something?

—Twinkle

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

Subject: Re: The carnival

Since the universe is not a single entity, but rather a collection of nonsentient gases, rocks, galaxies, planets, moons, stars, and also encompasses all of space and time, I do not see how the universe could be sending us, mere specks of carbon, who, in the sheer scope of things, do not matter at all, a sign.

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

Subject: Re: The carnival

So . . . is that your way of saying you still want to meet up?

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

Subject: Re: The carnival

Yeah, I was thinking next weekend?

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

Subject: Re: The carnival

Sure. I’m going to Hannah’s birthday party in Aspen on Saturday. Um, if you’re not going to be there, we could meet Friday evening at the Perk? Maybe around 6?

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

Subject: Re: The carnival

The Perk sounds great. See ya then, Twinkle.

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

Subject: Re: The carnival

See ya, N.

Is it just me or does he sound . . . less than enthused? And, okay, if we’re being perfectly honest, I sound < enthused, too. Sahil’s and my notes about scene blocking have more chemistry than that set of e-mails, honestly.

But . . . I mean, I’m not completely surprised. Sahil and I shared something on the Ferris wheel. There’s something between us that I’ve never felt with anyone else.

Still. I know I need to give N a chance. How can I give up on that picture of shiny, future Twinkle because of a boy I just met?

N and I need to meet soon and figure this out.

Love,

Twinkle

Sunday, June 14

My room

Dear Mira Nair,

I barely slept last night. I stared at my ceiling for hours, and then at the strand of twinkle lights on the wall from which I’ve hung pictures of Maddie and me, and Dadi, Mummy, Papa, and Oso. I have a few pictures of Sahil, Skid, and Aaron, and the rest of us on set from last week that I need to put up too. Then I stared at the wall beside my bed thinking the blank boringness of it would lull me to sleep, but no. My brain refused to shut off.

For a minute I had felt like my life was going according to plan. The movie was coming together, Maddie was going to be the lead, and N had begun to e-mail me.

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