When Dimple Met Rishi

Left alone with the visitors, Dimple pushed her glasses up and attempted to rack her brain for something to say. Thankfully, Ritu auntie had majored in small talk in college.
“So! All ready for Stanford, Dimple? Your mamma can't stop talking about it!”
“Really?” Dimple smiled, touched. She hadn't heard Mamma say much about Standford beside to lament the price tag of a private school education. It just went to show, Mamma was proud of her only daughter's intellect, deep down. Maybe, in spite of Dimple's doubts, Mamma really did want her to get the best education, even if she pretended to be –
“Yes! So many boys go there for engineering. You'll have the pick of the litter.” Ritu auntie looked at her with an expectant gleam in her eyes. [...]
“Right… but I'm really interested in their technology program,” Dimple said, forcing herself to stay polite.
Seema shifted in her seat, uncomfortable with this show of assertiveness, but Ritu auntie only waved her off, as if she thought Dimple was being demure¹ – who on earth went to college with anything but the aspiration of landing a marriageable partner? 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 backward, antifeminist blight² on democratic society.
Thankfully, Mamma returned then, arms trembling from holding a heavy silver tray laden with a teapot, teacups, and cookies and plates. “Chalo, chai aur snacks ho jayen! And, Seema, I brought you extra shakkar for your sweet tooth!” She guffawed³ overjovially, and Dimple had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing at Seema's frozen expression. The woman was so uncomfortable with Mamma's interest in her, and yet she had no idea how to put a stop to it. Dimple felt bad for the other girl, but not bad enough to say anything – attention on Seema just meant less on her.
Mamma set the tray down on the coffee table, and everyone helped themselves.
“So, where is Stanford exactly?” Ritu auntie said between bites. “San Francisco?”
There was a strange sort of stillness from Mamma's side of the couch, which Dimple tried, and failed, to decipher. “Um, not quite”, she said, turning back to Ritu auntie.
“It's about forty minutes south of San Francisco proper.”
“Pity”, Ritu auntie replied, grabbing another cookie just as Seema was reaching for the same one. Seema's hand seemed to shrivel⁴, and she straightened up, giving up on cookie retrieval completely. Mamma, smiling smugly⁵, put two cookies on a plate and handed them to Seema. Ritu auntie, oblivious to the entire exchange, went on. “San Francisco is supposed to be such a beautiful city. Full of opportunities for the young.”
Okay, Dimple could not have asked for a more perfect opportunity if she'd crafted it from rainbows and sunbeams herself. She cleared her throat. Perhaps with Seema in the room, Mamma might want to appear more magnanimous. “Actually, it's interesting you bring that up”, Dimple said. She took a sip of hot tea to bolster herself. “There is an opportunity in San Francisco this summer I'm interested in. Do you remember me telling you about it, Mamma?” She forced herself to keep her face calm and slack, like asking her parents to drop a grand on this sort of thing was something she routinely did, NBD⁶.
“Mmm?” Mamma looked distracted, blowing on her tea. “Oh, something about… web development?”
Wow. Dimple had underestimated Mamma – maybe she really did pay attention. “Haan, that's right!” She smiled encouragingly. “Insomnia Con at the SFSU⁷ campus. It starts in three weeks, and it's such a fantastic program. Some of the greatest minds in technology have been through it. It's six weeks long, and you learn so much. It would really help me prepare for Stanford. But it's pretty expensive…” She trailed off, reddening when she noticed Ritu auntie watching with interest. Even Silent Seema seemed to be studying Dimple's reflection in the silver tray.
“It sounds worth it to me, if it will help your career”, Ritu auntie said into the silence.