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Annals Of The Old (Part 3) : Maari

Amma and Daddy were never at home on Saturdays. If anybody was, then it was the one who kept the house clean – vessels, clothes, fans, window-sills, sinks, bath, toilets, anything that needed to be mopped, swept or scrubbed – it was Maari with a coconut-‘kondai’ on her head, blessed with uneven, protruding teeth and the height and gait of a giantess.

When I Meet You Now

When our eyes meet now, you seem to look through me and I simply look at you. We no longer look into each other as we used to, as we could.

I Ask…

I ask myself, When will I be able to hold your hand In public and say we are intertwined? Is a vocal declaration of my love necessary for you?

Flying

Rika slept beside her, spooned up close, her body snug against that of her beloved’s. It was the end of what had been a long week, and they were finally sleeping soundly, together.

Mariam

Her wild hair fell down her back in tangles, dark brown curls unwashed and uncared for. In her long white nightgowns with her too thin arms, she looked every bit of the wraith she was fast becoming, pale from lack of sun and food. It was hard for her to think or focus on anything but her rage of cheated chance. She knew nothing of patience or endurance, but everything of survival and struggle. She was the negative print of her own self.

It’s In The Air

The faint whisper of love caught my attention today and it’s on rare occasions like these that my feelings find ink. I had decided to see ‘Love Actually’ (for the third time) and was reminded of that petty emotion that is usually ignored, tossed around, talked about, deeply felt and sometimes refused to be acknowledged by my very full but slightly stale heart.

Still Listening

You play me with your words. With murky sentiments and darker intentions you purr seductively in that husky, unreal voice of yours

Annals of the Old (Part 2) : Pookkaaramma

I knew virtually that she lived in the housing board with her daughter and family. I knew she had finished her duties as a mother. And one fine day, back in India, I came to know from Amma that she’d passed away after a brief fever. No more flowers.

0.5

We would go on smoke breaks, she and I. She would call and I would drop everything I was doing just so I could have those 5 minutes with her. As she lit up, I would drink her in from head to toe. Her lips, with that tantalizing red lipstick, wrapping around the cigarette and the hollow of her neck getting deeper as she sucked on it.

Ouch

I wrote you fairytales. Fairytales I thought you dreamed. You did not dream so. I wrote you kisses. Kisses I thought were wanted. You did not want so.

Musings of A Lesbian Mother

I'm a mother, first and foremost. I live for getting up with my babies in the morning, doing the little ones' hair, and walking them to the bus stop. All day, I think of them while they're gone, and I race home to hear their stories of childhood streaming out of their mouths like a podcast.

The Mirror!

A full wall-to-wall mirror in my engineering days made the first time I wore a salwar kurta almost a Yash Chopra canvas… The silver bangles, the long dupatta, the almost see through kurta… And the day I fell in love, I felt like Sridevi in Lamhe’s song – Meri Bindiya.

Through The Vines

Starting off as empty branches We are eager to smell sweet flowers. So exciting, so treasured, so unique They continually draw us apart from each other.

Annals Of Old (Part 1) : Doraisamy

‘Ay Seenu’ – is how he addressed me, in his yellow painted rickshaw with colorful curves and flowers across the sides, the red seat which bore him across the years, and coir-filled seats that occasionally had to be revamped with new covers (flashy in their own sense), and finally the rickshaw’s foldable roof in a dull, olive green. Doraisamy’s rickshaw could bear up to 6 children in the age group of 4 to 10, - two on the seat facing him, two on the seat behind his back and two tiny tots on the side-seat, which was like a swing, sometimes shooting up the adrenalin in us.

Retro Flashback (Part 2)

Wikipedia defines ‘endangered species’ as a ‘population of organisms which are at risk of becoming extinct because they are either few in numbers or threatened by changing environmental and predation parameters’.

My Tryst With Forgiveness

For past few days or rather weeks, I was kind of in the trouble with myself..... and the name of my blog where i generally write justifies the meaning-”Me against Myself”.

Retro Flashback (Part 1)

I rummaged frantically through my backpack for the house keys and instead found the key to open the door to my previous apartment, a band aid, a box of matches and lighter, sanitary pads...basically everything but the house keys.

Queerly Yours…(Part 2)

I let the phone ring five times before snatching it up. “Helloooo”, I drawled casually, pretending that I had not been sitting with the mobile in my hands for the last two hours. “Hey...it’z me! I juzt zaw your mezzage. I had to pick up the kidz from zchool”, said my best friend Philomena in a rush. “Not a problem. Guess what? I have an idea for my next column” I said, still playing it cool.

Queerly Yours…

As an over-the-hill, overweight, looking for love and not finding it lesbian, the next best thing to do is to discover romance, adventure, drama and lust from the lives of lesbians who have it all, real or fictional.
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