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“Mrinalini, you have a visitor,” said the hostel
warden in her booming voice.
Mrinalini was not expecting anyone. “Who is it?”
“Someone called Krishna Acharya. The man looks
dist... Read More...
Agni took his time rummaging through his mother’s dressing table
drawers. She would have some normal looking wigs hidden somewhere, though lately
she preferred the more outrageous ones. Aging had turned Mohini’s taste in
make-up and wardrobe a tad g... Read More...
I had such extraordinary high hopes for The Scent of God. The Indian publishing industry has very, very few openings for queer fiction; we get more non-fiction and memoirs. I love non-fiction, and memoirs are an important documentation of our lives,... Read More...