Archive for the tag Lesbian

Back & Forth

I wonder who I am now. Gay? Or did I think I was one. Am I Straight? Or did I learn to think that I am supposed to be someone over these eight years.

The Kiss

I want to kiss your scars till they close, fold under your impossibly warm skin that turns freezing cold as soon as the first hit of Delhi winter creeps under my quilt.

Redemption

Now she was 34, married and dying. She had gone through a large part of her life living under the facade that was beginning to give way.
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