Wherever you are, but to say ‘wherever’ would be incorrect, I do know where you are.
We’ve all experienced it. Irrespective of our orientation, whether Straight, bi, gay or queer. It hurts every time.
Aabha is really tensed to ring the bell at her own home. She has been standing in front of her door from past half an hour, mustering courage to face whatever happens, when that door is opened.
My baby boy is 3! It seems like yesterday, when we brought him home from the hospital.
Sexual orientation is a natural thing, homosexuality is as natural as heterosexuality. This choice is a personal preference and not any body’s business.
I soon found out my "girlish" friend was gay. I was cool with it. It explained what was wrong with him. Little did I know how “wrong” I was.
This was my way of finding out what I am. Trust me, no one came to help me!
The more I throw myself out there, the more I end up analysing the "right" and "wrong" of it.
There's this sloppy road a favorite of mine that's where I decided to start.
Neil and Eli got married on 10th of October in California this year. So we jumped the gun, and decided to have small chit-chat with the two of them.
All my life I wrote about boys
But I looked at girls a certain way
Boys, I dated, yes, I did
But only girls managed to take my breath away
Adolescence especially needs such references where everything around seems idiosyncratic and painful.
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.
I really like you and miss you. Randomly. For no reason at all.
But this you will never hear.
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.
We enjoyed sharing our love for storytelling using art forms and the spoken word.
As we turn 6 years old, this year we have tried to bring you a very special birthday present; an interview with the fabulous Kalki Koechlin.
For all the love in my heart for him, I couldn't help but lift my guise.
The closet is a dark place.
But it has the safety of anonymity.
About two years and four months into a new city, I have had a home in every person I have met.