The documentary opens with a note stating photography and videography are strictly prohibited on the metro. Yet the first shot reveals metro doors filmed from the inside, and from then on we are always and already on forbidden territory.
She touches you
and it feels like
the comfort of raindrops
singing on a sweltering night
mine felt like the ember of broken dreams.
This series narrates the story of a person born as a cis-male, identifying himself as female in his alone time.
Over the past 2 years, I have learned more about the community's needs. My space has been acknowledged and my voice encouraged.
Every year, she needed a nudge into Christmas. Although the parents simply adored their only child’s youthful, resolute enthusiasm for Christmas festivities, and went along with her every step of the way on all the ridiculously elaborate menus she planned (and more), they did it more for her, she knew.
The blade of your hand carves a portal out of steam,
the two of us like boys behind frosted glass
who wave goodbye while a car shoves off
In this age of social platforms, online activism is omnipresent and political engagement often ends at its inception — with a lone tweet or Instagram story, Adam stands above with his commitment to real world action.
On 25th November, Delhi hosted its first Pride March after Supreme Court of India partially decriminalised Section 377 of IPC, and we ventured out to know from the march walkers about how they feel, and what changes do they see in this pride.
Can feelings of comfort and safety come in the form of a person?
For Hayle, a few swipes helped her find a home that can be carried around like a favourite cuddly blanket of comfort around the world.
of long-lost diaries
pages spilled with secrets
for me to devour.
Our is our first user sent Tinder story!
While questioning my gender and understanding the ‘concepts’ of masculinity and femininity only came to me years later, that was an eye-opener for me.
No red, no yellow, no grey,
How do hearts actually beat;
When we say goodbye?
The mornings of Mumbai winters aren't particularly chilly but that day I felt chills run down my body and it sort of made me shiver but then again.
The art within these walls and stairwells has already found its ways into art collections and audience’s homes and offices. Finally, there is room to breathe. Me We provides that, and raises the bar for LGBTQ art exhibits.
Screams the news,
Of her love letter to her
Where words bared their souls;
While clothed in desire.
For a moment, I felt numbed by these thoughts. But my heart was adamant. I had to try, life is too small to not express what lies in our heart.
I remember how I used to incorporate my creativity to my exhibitionism, a different scene every time, from coming out in balcony in towel to hang my underwear for drying in sun and dropping my towel by mistake to playing in torn underwear from front and back, I tried all.
In the process of sorting through blurry, old memories and trying to over-analyse them, I found the answer in a game that most of us played when we were kids, “Ghar Ghar”.