Counting…1,3,4. Breathe. 5,8,9.
Why do I want her? Maybe if I had just let it be, life would have been simpler.
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Identity
I have no story.
Don’t get me wrong. My life isn’t boring at all.
Forgive me if you please, but I just cannot relate.
A Love Letter (Not!)
Dear Abhopus,
Do letters always have to begin with a “Hey, How are you” ? Because right now I really can’t be bothered with pleasantries. I know this letter will
…Bengaluru Pride & Karnataka Queer Habba 2012
This year's Bengaluru Pride and Karnataka Queer Habba was bigger and brighter. A series of events were lined up from the 22nd of November to 2nd of December.
One Last
Tonight, I am missing you. They just sang Sanda Kozhi Kozhi. They are celebrating my new job, here at home. Geet, Mints, Ami, KJ and Sumi are all here. They
Hold Me
Hold me. Stay here. I’d like to feel.
Don’t…Don’t go away for I like your smell.
Don’t step back for I feel something warm,fuzzy and comforting.
Don’t withdraw for I …
Not Anymore
A little too anxious, Heena was tossing and turning on her bed. She wanted to dig a hole and bury her face into the earth, like an ostrich. She could …
He Said
It really was ‘A Bad Day’. The script was haunting me. Backstage drama had reached its peak. I stormed out of the green room and walked. Simply walked. It was …
A Bad Day : An Interpretation
It was one of those busy days. As I was walking up the college driveway, I saw her walk inside the gate. She was fiddling with her phone. I tried …
The Fifth Date
We were four pitchers down.
It was the fifth date.
Alcohol gave her liquid courage she said.
It was just verbal diarrhea, I thought.
She looked cute, telling me stories …
A Cup of Tea
Dear Kat,
Sometimes I wonder, what would I do without you? You are that one friend who knows me inside out. You have seen me broke, drunk, fail exams, heartbroken, …
And Then…
There we were. Sitting in a coffee shop. Talking sharing and bonding. Surprisingly I ended up sharing with her a lot of stories; I usually don’t share with strangers. And, …
Fact and (or) Fiction
“Hello, you awesome person!” The chat window flashed, breaking my concentration while in the middle of writing a short story.
It’s Not Me! It’s You!
Lord knows how many times I have used this line, but there is something about you. Really. Believe me. There is. Not that there wasn’t something about G, T, L, …
Simply Queer 1.0
Here is the idea. Plenty of times, we see things which are supposedly “straight” or “hetronormative” but they don’t seem so to us. They look, sound or feel very queer to us.
The Sea, Stories and You
Let's run away and play on the beach
And build sand castles while bathing in sunlight.
The Date That Was…
There was something about her. Something that drew me to her. The way she carried herself. Her smile. Sigh! Her smile is enticing.
Somewhere Deep Within
Somewhere deep within…
I see you cross your legs and sit right across me
I hear you smoke that cigarette
I see you fiddle with your hair
I hear your …
If You Could
If you could see what I see, you would know why I choose to sleep
If you could hear what I hear, you would know why the silence
If you …
Bangalore Pride Week 2011
The Bangalore Pride week was kickstarted on the 19th of November with a Cricket match at Hombegowda Grounds. It wasn’t advertised as much as the other events, hence the turn out wasn’t great. One of the organizers got on the mic and announced "We are gays, lesbians, hijras, kothis, transgenders... we are having a friendly cricket match today as part of pride, will you celebrate with us and play our game?” A bunch of guys who were hanging around on the grounds stayed to play.
