on ageing, growing up, and finding love in the mundane. “Bhalo hoyeche!! But toke aging queer bole dilo re!!! I always thought you were young. Ki shob bolche era!!” I laughed when I read Mona’s texts. She has been a very dear friend, colleague and support system since 2009 and I had just sent her the video of my recent BBC News Bangla interview on queer ageing, and while she was happy about the interview, she apparently had a rather serious objection to one particular part of the premise: Krish & Ageing? The audacity! 😂 So I replied — “Hahaha I’m young, yes… 😁But ageing is an eternal process!” And then I added something that I realised I genuinely meant: “I’ve owned my chronological age by now.” Ageing and being old, after all, aren’t quite the same thing. We’re all ageing. A six-year-old is ageing, and so is a twenty-year-old… and so is someone at sixty. And yes, I’m still young. Mentally, I’m probably still twenty-eight. And vanity compels me to add that I would very much like to believe I can still pass for someone around thirty in a crowd where the room is sufficiently dimly lit… 😉 But […]