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Fiction stories and poems by the Gaysi to be read by all.

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Do What Bunnies Do

I knew her inside out like an addictive YouTube video. Intimacy meant 5 Mbps and a great date was a call that didn't drop. When I kissed her, she saw emoticons.


All I want is that one person. The over-rated one person. Him, who makes me feel like the half of one.

The Date That Was…

There was something about her. Something that drew me to her. The way she carried herself. Her smile. Sigh! Her smile is enticing.


Everyday I think of you and keep wondering if you thought of me…. And if you did – what made you do so.

Who Am I?

There is no one word, To explain, There are many sides to us, Those make us one being.

What Do I Do?

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?

Somewhere Deep Within

Somewhere deep within… I see you cross your legs and sit right across me I hear you smoke that cigarette I see you fiddle with your hair

If You Could

If you could see what I see, you would know why I choose to sleep If you could hear what I hear, you would know why the silence If you could feel what I feel, you would know why I am me

Those Lips

No escape thought Yasmin as ‘the lips’ took a deep drag off her cigarette. “Are you leaving already?” asked Bindya. Yasmin barely nodded while she tried to keep her eyes off ‘the lips’.

The Usual Suspects

Bangalore, the beginning of winter. The days are shorter, the monsoon leaves its last spells of wet love on every roof, tree and head covered with dense hair. A chilly whiff of air reminds people of the need to pull over something warm and cosy and settle in a corner with a mug of hot chocolate with Irish Cream. But my hormones are still saying - let's do it !

Delirious Collision

A short trimmed blue painted finger Lightly touched a burgundy stained lip… Moving gently up its contour to the left… …up and around to the right…

Why This Kolaveri? : Part 4 [Finale]

Dhanush couldn't forgive himself for the destruction he had brought up on Sruthi. What if I hadn't talked to her on the flight that day? What if I hadn't given her my email address? The guilt was a constant companion and it consumed him.

Why This Kolaveri? : Part 3

Fear froze Sruthi's brain. Her body started shaking, visibly. "Don't react. Stay calm. They are coming towards us, we can't run. It will be obvious" said Danush.

The Object of My Affections

In the ensuing months, he unwittingly and unknowingly became the object of my affections. And I wished him well in whatever he did. Out of love, out of respect, out of blind adoration.

Why This Kolaveri? : Part 2

Blue shirt slowly started drumming his fingers on the chair. He was signaling Sruthi, obviously. Sruthi wondered if it would be a good idea to take her hand to the back of the chairs. The very thought gave her goosebumps. But, what if someone sees them from behind?
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