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.
Hues may vary but humanity does not | வண்ணங்கள் வேற்றுமைப் பட்டால் – அதில் மானுடர் வேற்றுமை இல்லை
