I wish I could have come out to you before you left. I wish I had just five more minutes with you, to tell you all about me.
I placed the tray on the table between our chairs and handed Ma her cup. Her first sip was chased by a grunt. “There is ginger in this. I didn’t say I wanted ginger.” My mother never wanted ginger in her tea. My mother also never liked tea without ginger.
Over the past 2 years, I have learned more about the community's needs. My space has been acknowledged and my voice encouraged.
(Part Two of Banished from India: A Two-Part Story with Audience Participation)
The Audience Participation in response to Part One was so thoughtful, I can’t help but feel that many …
Acclaimed Marathi filmmaker, mother of a Lesbian, great supporter and ally, Mrs.Chitra Palekar has started a parents support group with the help of Queer Ink & Humsafar Trust.
Meeting of Parents and Families of LGBT people
It was Lord Shiva, who had taken the form of Ratnavati’s mother and nurtured her the past few days. It was the three-eyed Lord, who is known for his masculinity,that played the role of the mother, the midwife and the nanny to the new born and looked after the two in need.
It was a big fat Tamil brahmin wedding. You can imagine the setting. From Kancheevaram clad Mamis to Silk Dhoti Mamas, from adorable little girls dressed in their Pattu Paavaadais (silk skirts) to young ladies just graduated to Sarees, the wedding hall was overflowing with guests. The hall, beautifully decorated with jasmine, roses, lotus, and Javvanthi flowers, looked colorful, heavenly and royal. Traditional Naadhaswaram and Melam instruments added to the festivity. The priest who was seated in the center of the stage was totally in control of the event.