I open the app, and receive the texts from this guy who obviously was on the other side of the LoC, in what is called Pakistan Occupied Kashmir in India, and Aazad (Liberated) Kashmir on his side. I answered that I was on the Indian side, in Sopore.
As our friendship developed, we felt transported to our own magical world; where, in being our true selves, there was no denying the powerful energy connecting us to and the love we had for each other.
Vincent and I met in person in the first week after I had moved to Paris. We met twice in that week and my heart was already lost to him.
Self love? How can I force my mind into loving a body that it cannot relate to. A mind that fails to find space in its vessel. It’s a terrible and violent act.
I always say that before I met Spoorthy, I did not understand what love was. Her love changed me, my anger, Casanova-nature, rudeness, and my all-time decision of not marrying anyone. I never used to believe in any relationships and always said that money could buy anything and everything. Her love taught me to smile, care for everyone, listen to others, and give other chances too.
Our first date was a dinner that lasted 3.5 hours; we were both amazed by how easily the conversation flowed and that our interests, values, and humour aligned so well.
Notably, while there are special definitions and provisions for vulnerable groups involved in cases of human trafficking, there is gross ignorance of the transgender community and their protection when such a form of exploitation is concerned.
It was not until one month later that we decided to actually connect and say "hey". But from that one "hey", things just spiralled into this wonderful chaos and we found ourselves entangled and drowning in this insane attraction.
i picture myself as being a replica of her - a carbon copy
it makes me believe that i am exactly like her and often even confuses me
We decided to get married a few years after that and officially tied the knot in April of 2019. It was our one year wedding anniversary weekend recently and we didn’t think we’d be celebrating it in quarantine but we’re making the best of it!
I ensured to rush, run and engage myself with lots of people around the city. I never want a day to be spent without art. Somedays it is dance or drag or performance art.
I was so excited to see him and was immediately attracted to him, and this attraction only grew through the hours and hours we spent talking to each other on call.
i watch her go, in awe of this mesmerising collage of her,
she turns, looking at me gasp at the sheer beauty of her,
As I watched Aamir Khan introduce the topic as a little “sensitive” for parents, I could feel my grandmother next to me widen her eyes and raise her eyebrows with concern.
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the first girl i fell in love with had a shy smile, a just born style
and a profile of a life lived in black and white
see, for the rainbows in your pocket peeked out sometimes
I am not sure of my idea of ‘Home’, but I feel homeless at times. When I want to sleep for days, people seem unbearable, 'I don't see the point' of doing anything, my body aches, I feel I don't have any home to go back to and rest in my cozy bed.
Jokes aside, I wonder whether Matt LeBlanc could have envisaged that his character’s quip about “The Friend Zone” from 1994 would evolve into this phenomenon of male-entitlement a decade later. Yes, it’s competing for the top-spot against stealthing and marital rape, y’all!
Coming back to my dilemma, which I know is annoyingly cliché like a LOT OF HETEROSEXUAL ROMANTIC FLICKS! Except the fact I’m undoubtedly GAY for my best-friend. Period.