Only a week in Bombay was enough to make me really reconsider my parameters of fear.
And much to my surprise, I was informed that I was being set up with the friend of my girl friend’s friend.
A cute cleavage like mine got appreciated much later in life, I thought to myself.
For a gay Indian woman who has lived most of her coming out years abroad, coming back to India can be pretty daunting – I have done that once.
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One of my favorite Indian movie love songs of all time growing up was "Mere Sapnon Ki Rani", from the film "Aradhana".
We have been living and loving in secrecy for decades. We are all around you. We are you.
Tears could not have graced that smile
A map of 76 summers
On her face
And today we tip our hats to this short film that was shot during the Bangalore Queer Film Festival.
I wasn't happy in the relationship though I know no one can love me more than she does.
As usual, Magnolia was packed and I queued up waiting for my turn. The phone rang suddenly and I smiled recognising the familiar number.
The conversation that night I loved though I don’t remember
There was the talk the laugh and there was you
It is easy enough to pretend we do not know of the love that we do not necessarily desire.
I wanted to lean in and kiss her. I wanted to grab her and fuck her. I imagined it.
I recently stopped going out with my girlfriend of four months because she got engaged.
“I’m lucky.” She smiled with her eyes half open.
Fresh towels and fluffy pillows
Fresh smelling skin with a perfect blend on the taste buds
So it was only natural that I wondered if anyone had ever analyzed if such an arrangement would be any good in the LGBT situation as well.
It was Nasreen's idea to play a marriage between two dolls. We would make a pandal, decorate the brides, and exchange little gifts.
I close my eyes, remembering all those
tiny fleeting moments which
I have captured in my memory.
They are the ones I live with.