He waited breathlessly for Kashish to come. Standing in the dark, surrounded by a swarm of mosquitoes on a hot humid night was not his cup of tea. But then agai... Read More...
Then I saw him, for the first time, in the flesh. I recognised the handsome face and as he drew closer, I recognised the blue denims worn with a white linen shirt.
Queer people cannot be free in a world where people of various hues are shackled, not just because a common oppressor – overarching patriarchy – attacks us all, but also because many of us straddle multiple identities – we’re Dalit and queer, Muslim and queer, Tribal and queer, Disabled and queer.