‘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
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.
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.
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.
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.
All families types are equal.
The heterosexual notion of a family ? father, mother, and children needs to change. I want to say there are other kinds of family.
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.