My best friends find it hard to believe that I have never been in a relationship long enough to even call it that – a relationship. They’ve always told me that I’m a catch.
When I thought of meeting you,
My heart jumped and my trepidation grew
I thought we’d wait,
I thought I’d have time to sit and anticipate.
Yet, you thought otherwise…
Like bumping my toe against obstructive wood,
I savour the pain, instead of doing as I should.
I ache and ache,
But I refuse to break.
The act brought about …
Quarantine, the short story after which the novel is named, features a man who is still bitter towards his grandfather for being ungrateful and insensitive to his mother, the only person in the family who takes care of him.
Case in point - the recent non-stop debate about Aamir Khan and his show Satyamev Jayate. There was no space that was not marked by the debate.
All I want is that one person.
The over-rated one person.
Him, who makes me feel like the half of one.
Here’s a story upside down. Expect drama but don’t be surprised that the usual suspects are missing.
It’s possible, even as readers, to get formulaic. Given the length and breadth of popular contemporary literature, we expect our books to give us what movies these days do.
It was the first day of the new year and I was on an island on the southernmost tip of the Pearl of the Indian Ocean.
Each day, I think of you and wonder if you’re thinking of me. And if you are – what made you do so. Am I the first person you think …
A wandering palm reader once asked,
“Do you know who you are?”
Who am I?
The answer is not so simple,
It is more complex than just a name,
India’s Biggest Queer Film Festival returns for its third edition! KASHISH 2012 – 3rd Mumbai International Queer Film Festival will be held from May 23-27, 2012 at Cinemax Versova, …
I have been asking myself this question for months after 2011s pride. Am I proud enough to celebrate MY PRIDE?
What do I do when an attractive young man sits across me with his legs spread so wide that his thighs and organ strain against the fabric of his jeans? …
I looked at my mother, glittering in the smooth sunlight on Michigan Avenue, she was dripping in an excess of diamonds.
For two years, we have entertained while trying to mainstream queer identities through the medium of films.
Congratulations gay people. We’ve arrived. If someone bullies or intimidates us and we take our lives as a result of their douche-bagery, we can rest assured that they will be convicted of bias-intimdiation and possibly, sentenced harshly. And in the case of Dharun Ravi, also face deportation to a country that he probably does not remember. I hope everyone is happy that justice has been served.
For the most part South Asians are not the most comfortable talking about sex and sexuality. Is it because we aren’t having any? Funny, I didn’t think the Kama Sutra was for coffee table reading, nor did I think that population of India surpassed a billion through abstinence. Yet we shy away from these discussions, push them into a category of shame and turn a blind eye.
The years, on my face, they made a map,
And you wonder why I’m always black.
You never asked what I’ve seen,
For the scars, they told you where I’d …
She was all things Grey. In between a yes and no, unsure of left or right, in nor out. The only thing fun about all this was that she was never bored. The inner arguments and the vacillations kept her occupied for hours. Sometimes days. Free of guile and pretenses, what you saw was what you wished you got. But she seldom gave in. intimidating only if you didn’t know her, but then you never really could know her, for she didn’t want to be known. But one day, every thread was unraveled, un-done until all that remained was nothing.