I have ocean currents in the pit of my stomach.
Swirling till I feel my head spin.
The sound box thundered and shook the floor. If he didn't move away soon, his eardrums would pop out, thought Oliver.
Forwarding the speed of sun so days and nights pass flashing by,
I sit beside my choicest window waiting for the time to die.
My mind still focused on men because I thought I was heterosexual in my orientation.
I have to admit that ever since I realized I was gay, I have been unconsciously distancing myself from my family.
The driver replied they were thinking there’s a woman sitting and all of them (the other driver and three passengers) were trying to catch up the pace to stare at you.
Manoj belonged to a middle class family. It was a family of scholars. His parents were teachers at a neighbourhood school.
Everyday of my life
I thank God for what I am grateful for
With all the challenges thrown at you
Battles become your core.
Let me touch you one last time
Touch you while I can
While my body is still warm
While my love for you still beats in my heart
Margarita With A Straw brings to the world a fresh breath of air to accept and love people, the way they are.
I took my father out for dinner. We ordered some appetizers, I was going to tell him right away.
What I discovered while exploring the gay community at that time was that my gay identity and South Asian identity were mutually exclusive.
Today you fought your last fight against a brutal disease. Given how this country and its justice system have treated you, I personally believe that you are in a better place.
A bunch of us were drinking at the Dhaba near college. It was a girls’ night out.
How I longed to have the guts to ask her for her number. But all I manage to say is, “I’ll see you around sometime”.
I love my intuitions, love impulsions, and also thrive on it. I owe the most beautiful experiences of my life to my emotional self.
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.
Wherever you are, but to say ‘wherever’ would be incorrect, I do know where you are.
They call India a democracy – where the men in power are ‘representatives’ of the society, where people can speak their minds, where people are ‘free’ – to do what they like, when they like it.