I am writing this to share a poem she wrote to me once, when we were together madly in love, for beautiful 4 years before she left me for a man.
Shortly before 3 p.m., the cab pulled up in front of a building that didn't look well-maintained from outside. Patches of black mould covered the white paint on the outer walls. Some of the windows needed repairing.
“Nope, you are no Harry Potter, you could never face Voldemort and I did see you evolve from a tiny little egg dear” thank you for breaking it to me
Diano felt tired when he woke up after a few hours of disturbed sleep. The weather had worsened. Even at 11 a.m., he couldn't see much outside the window.
I used to hold on to hope before, but now I have to slow down every few steps because I walk with what feels like the burden of hopelessness of the world.
They walked to the box. Diano shut the door as soon as they were inside. The steady drizzle turned heavy and they could see their breath condense on the glass panes.
The King of Heaven granted the humans a wish. The earth can listen to the happy sighs echoing as the smell of wet earth maddens every heart.
It wasn’t until one item song when I was looking at the actress a little too intently for it to be just admiration that I realized, shit, maybe I’m not so straight after all.
Diano heard Andy's footsteps go out of the washroom. Taking that as the cue, he flushed the toilet and walked out to a washbasin. From the corner of his eye, he could see Andy's boss and the other guy over at the urinals. They were looking in his direction.
You ask me why I fight.
You ask me why I scream.
"Is this the shop that has the special something?" Diano looked at the display in the window. Diamonds glittered from the pieces of jewellery on display.
I wish to be a tree
None bigger may there be
With blackness sprawling underneath
As Diano continued admiring the decor, Andy called his friends one by one to see if anybody was out that evening.
It was Van Gogh's Starry Night. One of his friends, Andy, used it as his display picture on MSN.
I was sexually abused and thrashed. I was called hijra, chhakka (a derogatory term for hijras) and various other invectives.
Though my father and I are extremely close and I knew my parents would accept me eventually, I didn’t want to hurt them.
Her cell phone buzzed just as she was about to check her watch for the umpteenth time. It was Agnes.
Work that occupied most of his daytime and sometimes crept late into the evening hours.
"Never thought I'd bump into you here. But you live across the street anyway." He looked up at their flat, which was in the building across the street, diagonally opposite to where they stood.
I looked everywhere for you,
Went wherever I could dredge you up
I asked people about your whereabouts
But none seemed to know.