Having been brought up in a typical Punjabi household, I was somewhat fearful of coming out to my father.
I wrote this at a time when I could only turn to the internet while I was coming to terms with my sexuality.
I miss her sometimes. It's like a sucker punch in one’s stomach.
How can I live blindly believing that things will actually get better, when I see nothing actually changing?
She's a straight woman, and take it from me, impossible love isn't as romantic as it sounds.
“Don’t cry now. Rage! Rage against the callous insensitivity of the system, my friend.”
I was walking down the street,
When an uncle did I meet,
He said, “O girl!
You are like a sweet pearl!
Almost everyday I hear and see people and friends around me use the terms 'gay', 'fag', 'faggot' in a criminal sense