Remember our rhapsodic times of love,
When we really knew each other?
Our infantile moments of Bonheur,
The day when you held my hands
And told me with all your charm,
“Let’s fly together, my dove.”
Ila had premiered at the NCPA’s Centrestage Festival in December, and simply on the strength of that single staging, made it to quite a few ‘best of the year’ lists.
The Chandigarh Queer Pride’s parade’s bedrock is Diversity, Inclusion, Acceptance, Solidarity, Peace, Love and Respect for all.
The week was created with the stated purpose of "promoting increased health awareness and outcomes in the LGBT community".
What I discovered while exploring the gay community at that time was that my gay identity and South Asian identity were mutually exclusive.
This series of photographs are a part of a wider series that I have shot over a period of 4 years and which examine the various cultural arts of Maharashtra that are slowly dying.
Before I provide you with a list of things you could take into account while responding to a gay proposal, it is most imperative that you listen to a story first.
A bunch of us were drinking at the Dhaba near college. It was a girls’ night out.
Qissa, a masterful indictment of patriarchy, plays with complex notions of displacement and loss of identity.
There has been some speculation on the cause of Alan Turing's death, mainly because of his past connections with the espionage industry & his strong attitude towards life in general.
My deepest thoughts and strongest desires
My heartfelt wishes and passionate fires
Come in and sit down, feel welcome and stay
I’m not complaining of a heartache today.
I love my intuitions, love impulsions, and also thrive on it. I owe the most beautiful experiences of my life to my emotional self.
Unseen forces behind Mumbai Queer Pride.
I wonder if I will ever wear beautiful dress or suit,
I wonder if my family will ever be there,
I wonder if their eyes would be filled with love or disappointment,
I wonder, if I ever say 'I do' will anyone be there?
Five years of denial. Five years of confusion. Five years of analysing my feelings and myself to death.
I could hear my heart was pounding. My knees felt a bit weak. Tongue was parched and dry. Still, I was happy.
We’ve all experienced it. Irrespective of our orientation, whether Straight, bi, gay or queer. It hurts every time.
Aabha is really tensed to ring the bell at her own home. She has been standing in front of her door from past half an hour, mustering courage to face whatever happens, when that door is opened.
My baby boy is 3! It seems like yesterday, when we brought him home from the hospital.
the politics of fucking, understandably –