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Musings Of A Desi Lesbian

I am a shell of what’s left of me I’m not who I used to be So if you run into the girl I was Don’t hesitate to tell her, her cause Give her kindness and give her love Before she disappears above And becomes another constellation in the sky

Why “Thappad” Does Everything Wrong

The film does nothing to challenge patriarchal norms but rather neatly works within them, and that’s one of the reasons for the film’s success. It doesn’t require us to look within and change anything, but it reinforces already held beliefs and, at most, asks for minor readjustments to allow the audience to applaud their ability to learn and revel in their liberal and progressive world-views. We’ve learnt so much. Let’s not slap the good self-sacrificing woman, shall we?

Poem: She

The symphonic rhythms of her breath etched into my being, I look up at her face as she gently presses her lips on mine.

Pride

What if I could not celebrate 6th September publicly, What if I could not join the Pride march, What if I was not the torch bearer, What if I was not the path clearer, That doesn't make me more or less important.

Poem: Love As Submission

He says things to me, he does things to me. Shh, don’t tell them, we’ll be embarrassed. Two loveless souls trying to fill each other’s voids. We make love, and tame those devils. Animals we were, but don’t you see that this is our way of love?

First Dates With Pretty Girls

You fumble and drop sentences, your leg trembles and beats a staccato rhythm on the pavement while she patiently hears out your half-complete, constantly backtracking stories, nods and keeps brushing her hair back.

My Body Is Not An Error

Intersex people spend a lot of their lives doing this emotional labor for others because they are inherently responsible to be born an error.
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