Fiction: Navya
Growing up as neighbours, we spent all of our time together: in school, in the evenings after, after dinner at either her house or mine.
Archive for the tag Guest Posts
Will You, My love?
I have no doubt that the moment I laid eyes on you; I felt a never-before experienced connection – a connection over which I had absolutely no control.
Part 1 : Goodbye, Avocados!
Out of the blue he quizzed, “Have you ever tasted an avocado?”. “Never… why do you ask?” I replied, amused by the question’s randomness.
What Are The Chances?
People here want adrenaline, excitement, climbing mountains together, candlelight dinners, but I just want a boring routine, an every day with you.
What It Means To Be A Bisexual Guy In India
To answer that question, what does it mean to be bisexual? Does it mean that I am confused? You see I’m one of those people who need his shit figured out.
Poem : In My Room On The Terrace
In my room on the terrace,
I spend hours shifting in my self.
moving my breasts along my body,
adjusting my eye and putting it
near my lip.
Short Fiction : The Bestie
I lean back, aiming for a better view. She is beautiful, in an unconventional sense.
My Thoughts On K Se Kink
It is so exciting to see the kink space finally gaining visibility in India, irrespective of these events been seen as “underground”.
Fiction : Mini
Our conversation had lulled soon after she had told me about last September.
Putting The Mast Back in Masti : K Se Kink Review
Normativity here is not simply about whom you are having sex with (man, woman, genderqueer, trans*, etc) but how you are having sex.
Poem : Sometimes
Your vision is rippled with pleasure, as she glides, oblivious,
I die a little as you smile, secretly, hoping people don't see
In your arms your need throb's delusional
She is dearer to you than the air you breathe
Sometimes, I just want to be her.
Poem : Go Fuck Yourself
will think about the time someone kissed every inch of my side
from my neck to my hip and I'll moan
My hands move down there slowly, I groan
Under my sheets, lie a treasure trove of memories
Not So Simple Life Of A Simple Middle Class Gay Man
Very recently, I was checking my PR account to see if there was any useful message or one worth replying.
Theatre Review : Six
A clichéd plot with a wonderful presentation
Of Akhtar And Angles
I could not stop staring, guzzling my ‘actual’ drink to try and calm the knot that was coiled in my stomach.
The Jacaranda Blossom
It was almost summer when I first saw her. After a long and one of the coldest winters I had experienced, days were getting warmer again and I couldn’t have been more relieved.
Ramblings Of A Queer Desi Female.
I feel a little lost. I do not understand how I ended up where I am today. Well, that’s not the entire truth. I know, factually at least, how I ended up here.
Just A Crush
Women stare at other women, so much that even men cannot compete
Gali Mein Aaj Chand Nikla : A Gay Man’s Yearning For Love
It seems like yesterday, when I was a teen yearning for that sparkling love, "filmy" love.
Love Without ‘Conditions Apply’
I collect sweethearts. Some of them become family. Some of them drift away with time. Most people who know me call me a cynic.
