Read the first, second, third and fourth parts of this story.
I told Vasu, if there was anything I had learned in my short years on earth, it was that life is just that – short. My parents had been relatively young to die from diseases and heart a... Read More...
Coming out of my mouth
Paints gray metaphors
I hold your memories delicately
Like an expensive pen
Between my teeming fingers
You come to me like a poem
Out of nowhere
And lay naked on the white bed
Of my diary
I... Read More...
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After that, all I could think about was how to see more of Vasu. Work carried on, but my private life was spent wondering how to get Vasu to myself, outside the rigors of office transport. He was not likely to spend his ti... Read More...
My college never bothered much about queer people, taking pride in its ‘Catholic’ antecedents. Little surprise then, that in my second year, I stumbled across a man, who simultaneously fell for me and didn’t. Over the course of the next two years... Read More...