Archive for the category Poetry and Fiction

Poem: Nails

I like them short.  Not because they identify me
as a member of a particular group,
but because I like as little of the white there.
Every other day
I snip away.
A routine that borders on
Ritual.
I hack away…

Fiction: Dusk

I was in the unofficial ‘gay’ compartment of a local train coming home from CST, Mumbai. His gaze locked into mine in that timeless ritual of acknowledgement of our unspoken desires.

gender meanders

This gender-river has been flowing through since time immemorial and every generation has its share of folks testing the waters.

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