Short Story: Pansy
I cycled to the right spot, a bend in the narrow road, a wall on one side, the bright green jungle on the other.
I settled on the huge rock and took out my... Read More...
Creative Writing
Short Story: My Mother
One fine day, I decided to try out my mom’s shoes – a pair of high heeled white pumps. She always kept them hidden at the back of her closet in a velvety bo... Read More...
Poem: Two Men
Illustration by Maitri Dore
Two men,
fell in love,
exchanged hearts,
broke them later,
drifted apart.
Two men,
good friends,
traveled a lot,
wrote stories,
made memories.
Two men,
victims of abuse,
raised their voice,
campaigned ag... Read More...
Poem: Where Queer Meets Queer
Illustration by Maitri Dore
I wake up every morning,
And the wall around me breaks down my life into various provinces
With the ruler of each
Driving me cr... Read More...
Poem: Fasting
Love is an eternal fast
Lovers never break their fast
Ever!
In the holy mosque of each other’s arms
They lie quietly
Listening
Each other’s silent praye... Read More...
Fiction: Something to Hold on To (Part 2)
Read Part 1 here
We had been spending hours of the week together for some months, and still not made much physical progress with each other. It was not for a lack of desire. It was clear to us both that we were attracted to each other. In the rare... Read More...
Poem: Distant Desires
To smell the nice mix of faded deo and faded sweat ..
to find a home in his tight embrace ..
to play with his stupid sleeping face ..
That’s all I am... Read More...
Fiction: Something to Hold On To (Part 1)
We met on a rainy night, just like tonight. I know it sounds clichéd, but that is exactly what happened.
It was around 3 am, and I was on my way home on my m... Read More...
Poem: Longing
There is a whisper of longing on his lips,
As he looks at mine.
Closer and closer he appears,
To make up for lost time.
Caressing my face gently,
He lightly touches my lips,
As my mouth opens for a second,
He dives in plunging, plu... Read More...
Poem: How I wish she raised me
Oh how I wish she raised me,
As her daughter.
How I wished she named me,
My mother's only wish would have come true,
like most other mothers,... Read More...
Book Review: My Magical Palace
The magical part about My Magical Palace is Kunal’s ease for storytelling and his ability to create a bygone era- the 1970’s Hyderabad in all its beauty and o... Read More...
Short Story: The Silent Expressionist
And he left me hanging there.
On the easel, that is. I’ve been waiting for him to start his work on me for quite some time, but for the last few days, he just comes near me, stares at me like I am the love he lost long back, picks up his brush, th... Read More...