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When You Come Out

It is a new morning. You know you will have to do this over and over and over. Everytime, you get a little bit stronger. Not because it gets easy, but because you know the battleground so well.

Poem: Stripped Naked

My dad said, " You are my brave boy, you don't need a mask to help you shine." But little did they know, the mask was now my identity, Some people knew me with the mask and they loved me.

Who Knows, Who Cares: Theatre And The Space It Creates For the Queer Community

One of the things I love most about theatre Is the ephemeral disintegration of orthodox socio-cultural identities, Which typically comes along with losing your self for another, Gendered expectations of Walk like a man, talk like a man, sit like a man, Spread your legs, assert your dominance; No, not you! You’re a woman. You, huddle up. Occupy less space. Be less loud.

Patron Of The (Lonely)

When Lord Kim was given the boon of a guard to accompany him on the journey west, he did not know what to expect. Or, in truth, he had some expectation: a broad man with a broad face, large arms and legs like trees. He had thought the queen would send her emissary forth on the silk route with much pomp and preparation. Yet, he had departed before the first rays of morning found their tracks on the hoof-beaten paths of Wiryeseong.

#Queeringtheveil: An Interview With Dr. Aqsa Shaikh On Modesty And Veiling in Islam

I think it’s because of religious decrees around head cover and some states like Iran making it mandatory in public life. So people tend to associate it with religion. Head covering is common in many religions and cultures and not just Islam. There is no compulsion in Islam to do anything – we are all able to exercise our free will. Any legislation which forces women to wear or snatches away their right to wear – both are discriminatory.

Letter To My Maa

I know I'm living a lie, but it's only because the truth is uglier. I cannot go a day without talking to you, I lose sleep even at the thought of fighting with you. The idea of you not being okay with something in my life makes me wonder if it really is worth it.

Power And Parenting In She-Ra And The Princesses Of Power

As an adult who has often desired a different childhood, shows such She Ra and the Princesses of Power feels both, like tackling a messy landscape with no answers as well as dipping a toe into a kinder, better past. It does not shy away from complex characters, violence and its implications, and really does so without the moralism or innocence of commonplace children’s shows (better known as family TV). While at the same time, the art and the storytelling impart a sense of ease, assuring us of the possibility of a resolution.

Life As Aditya

My idiotic heart that clings to every false hope led me into believing that this change of place would mark a new beginning of acceptance, kindness and warmth. Little did I know that humanities can only teach such notions but cannot force you into practising it.

“Hers Was A World of One”- Episode Review

‘Hers Was a World of One’ tugs at your heartstrings and while making you actually laugh out loud. By the time the episode ends, you may not be sure if the tears in your eyes are from laughing too hard or from being emotionally overwhelmed

A Love Story: Sindhur And Spoorthy

I always say that before I met Spoorthy, I did not understand what love was. Her love changed me, my anger, Casanova-nature, rudeness, and my all-time decision of not marrying anyone. I never used to believe in any relationships and always said that money could buy anything and everything. Her love taught me to smile, care for everyone, listen to others, and give other chances too.

Anjana Harish – Homophobia’s Red Hue

In her live video, she recalled incidents of solitary confinement at a mental health centre because her family believed that they could "cure bisexuality." She had been a subject to domestic abuse and mental torture resulting in depression and suicidal thoughts.

Long Fiction: Shashi

Monsoon had just begun and it only added to the city’s woes. And mine. I hated the rain. I just didn’t enjoy getting wet in the rain. That first week of June saw incessant downpour after the sunset. And the rain would start precisely at the moment I’d step out of the office to go home.

Bride-Bride And Prejudices

She ignores my remark and continues to dream about her second daughter marrying an upper caste boy and raise sons. The last time I let the truth slip out, she laughed it off as a cruel joke.

Before You Go

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.
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