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There will be days when your inner child wishes there were an adult to fall back on—someone to tell you that everything will be okay. Someone to pick up the pieces when life becomes too heavy. Someone to sit beside you in silence until the storm passes. I still remember one afternoon from my childhood. My mother and I had somehow locked ourselves out of our own house. A few neighbours gathered...

On fountain pens, love, and the stains people leave behind Built out of an old journal entry __________________________________ I sit through this lonely melancholy night with soft piano instrumentals stirring the strings of my heart, refilling my fountain pens — green, plum, chocolate brown, and black — wondering if I am dry and empty too, just like these pens. Maybe I am all empty of love or...

It was a rainy evening. I was in the back seat of my car, returning home after a long, hectic day at work. It was the 1st of July. Earlier that afternoon, I’d made a journal entry about how eventful June had been. I was simply jotting down incidents, and I realised just how many firsts the month had brought into my life. Then, somewhere during the drive, I found myself listening to songs...

“You don’t look like a doctor!” I’ve heard that quite a few times, less and less over the years People usually mean it as an observation. Sometimes it’s a compliment. Sometimes it’s criticism disguised as curiosity.My response is usually simple, ” I know” or “I don’t want to!”Because to look like a doctor, I first have to conform to...

A Different Kind of Happily Ever After Growing up queer is strange For many of us, our younger years are spent in denial, confusion, bargaining, or simply trying to survive. We learn very quickly which parts of ourselves are acceptable and which parts are better hidden away. Maybe that is why ‘youth’ becomes such a prized thing in queer spaces. We are constantly reminded that...

Yesterday, an old colleague confidently informed me that I am not bisexual! Not because they had lived my life or known my relationships, or because they had any intimate knowledge of my attractions. But because they had “met me.” Apparently, that was enough for them to know my orientation! What began as a conversation about a story I am currently writing slowly drifted towards...

“Log kya kahenge”Ye sunte sunte — ab log kehne lage hain Sawal ye nahi haike log keh kyun rahe hainYe to unki fitrat hai — wo kahenge! Sawal ye hai ke —kya tum sun loge? Poori zindagiagar unke mutaabik zindagi na chuni to? Sawal ye nahi ke —log samajhte kyun nahiWo tumhe nahi samjhenge! Sawal ye hai ke —unke sawaal tumhe dadolate kyun hain? Sawal ye nahi ke —unki nasihatein tumhe jachti...

Every year, as Aishwarya Rai Bachchan walks the red carpet at Cannes Film Festival for what now feels like the n-th time, I find myself transported to another era entirely. An era of anticipationA simpler internetA younger fandom. .A younger us!!! There was a time when her Cannes appearance felt like an annual event stitched into the emotional calendar of our lives. We waited restlessly to see...

For a person whose predominant Love language is physical touch and quality time, nothing draws me closer to a person more than physical intimacy. And perhaps that is exactly why casual intimacy becomes so dangerous and exhausting for someone like me, and maybe you too Because what happens when a person who associates sex with vulnerability, surrender, romance and emotional nakedness starts...