Those Lips
Yasmin sat staring at the wall while she absent-mindedly fiddled with the Rubik’s cube. She kept staring at the cube until the colors became a haze. And quite abruptly she …
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Morning After
My dear
Here’s a little about me.
I hate crowded roads.
I hate walkways filled with men
where I have to dodge unwanted touch.
I’m not much a lover of
…Here’s a little about me.
I hate crowded roads.
I hate walkways filled with men
where I have to dodge unwanted touch.
I’m not much a lover of
A Letter On Being Fat
I grew up feeling very uncomfortable about my breast. According to me they were not supposed to grow. I spent years wearing bra sizes way too small for me because all I wanted was for them to vanish.
Nothing in Between
My first lover was a woman who identified as butch. She spent a lot of time, or so I felt, in trying to define me. I never found myself conforming to any identities. There were days I felt generally macho and I’d slip into a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. And there were days where I’d find feminine wiles flowing out of me in my pretty blue lucknowi kurta-salwar and dangling jaipuri jhumkas. Shortly after I came out I also shaved off my long tresses and walked around unabashedly with my shorn head.
White Sheets
This was seven years ago – in a different city, but a similar hotel room. Familiar white sheets smelling of naphthalene balls and a room with no windows. At a
Across The Universe (Part 2)
Now that I look back I don’t even know why we separated. It was not as if we hadn’t been with other people, in our relationship. I had been seeing …
Across The Universe (Part 1)
For a couple of seconds, all I could hear was Mitchell screaming. The pain in my upheld hand had gone numb. “Terry, what do you think you are doing you,
