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My Boyfriend Is A Scam

That, in all likelihood, there never was a real person behind that profile you chatted to. That this foreign ‘friend’ was an enormous scam to get money out of you and you fell for it. You feel shock and nothing makes sense. Your panic and anxiety hit the ceiling. What do you do? How do you get out of this?

Never Forget

A spate of petitions have drenched the halls of various Higher Courts of our country. They carry within them hope for change, but also elicit other peculiar emotions within. This portentous event promises a plethora of possibilities, but not all of them seem good. If parts of the community do get the right to marry, what then? There’s relief, but there’s also fear.

Being Different

After a lot of research and self-exploration, I finally accepted myself the way I am and that was the day the real battle started. I had to face a lot of questions regarding my appearance from my so-called relatives and neighbors.

By The Pichola Lake, Summer 2019

Those who have perfected the art of grieving will burnish their loss with tears till it is shiny and reflective. Something to sit in a collection.

My Future Husband

I started with a smile to make it look like the topic could not have been more suitable, masking my disdain for it. But as I spoke, only my face wore the mask of smiles, my words did not. As my brain ran out of words to put together in front of a crowd, my heart felt the need to help!

Queer Song

Cages of patriarchy Bias, gender norms of society, The institutionalised oppression Of our challenging beauty.

The Closet

We move on, leave people behind Yet; the closet, does not forget and holds the power to unexpectedly remind

Home

I lie down on my bed, I lie down on my bed & look at the ceiling- And I think how all of my family members deserve to get awarded Because of their brilliant acting skills.

Intimacy

Locked lips and my hands on your hips, But your hand, it slips.

Laxmii – A Transphobic Excuse For A Film

The film falls under the genre of horror - comedy, although it fails to elicit any response that is suitable to this label. Infuriatingly, most of the film’s comedy and horror hinges upon the supposed dissonance of watching a cis man perform the mannerisms societally deemed “feminine”.

Gender: Alto

Every Valentine’s Day gig I’m offered, I’m performing along with a cis-man because the hotel wanted a “boy-girl duet” to up their romance quota. This triggers bouts of dysphoria because my voice is what puts me in the “girl” category in such gigs. While being a transman is a part of my identity, being a musician is an even bigger part.

Rainbow Love

SHE — taught me love, moreover made me realize my true self more than anybody ever could. She offered me her friendship and I wanted to offer her all my love and we both met in the middle ground like dawn before the night crept in.

On The Count Of Three

One the count of three, I will ask for your hand for a walk, "You will call me by your name and as I will call you by mine", We will walk by the beach to the sunrise, Sharing a kiss and a moment so divine.

‘Unbelieving’ With Believers

After my sibling and I were diagnosed with the disability, together with our polytheistic family, we climbed auspicious mountains, sat beneath the knees of Gurus, drank an unusual variety of unprocessed fresh milk and underwent a painful therapy where by ‘a miraculously blessed one’ operated on our bare skin with his ‘tactile gift’.

Hug Day

For the word 'hug', I know what it means, I know what its purpose is, I know that it is supposed to provide me with warmth, A shoulder on which i can cry and laugh and talk about weird stuff, A shoulder on which i gently lay my chin.
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