Short Story: SURYA
I look at him; he’s handsome. I’m sure many men would want to have sex with him. I wonder if he does. For the extra money maybe.
Creative Writing
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...
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 box. Those were her prized possessions. She said that Dad got them for her as a Christmas gi... 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... 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 prayers
without caring about world
or the set norms of the society..
.. gender, race, ethnic... 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... 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 motorcycle when the city decided to give one of its famous rainstorms out of the blue. I ha... 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... 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 offensiveness. A bildungsroman novel, My Magical Palace is a fast paced narrative about lov... Read More...