That One Person

Some of us meet &ldquo;that one person&rdquo;, and we spend the rest of our lives madly and passionately wanting them. For me her name was Niyati. We met when we were in the eighth grade. I was 13. She was very tall, with long dark hair, a small frame, and a voice that made my heart tremble every time I heard it. I concluded that she was totally out of my league, so I never gave her any indication…