A month ago, Delhi organised an LGBTQIA Pride parade. A friend of mine was involved. On Twitter, he ranted about how journalists were calling him to ask for numbers of people who are gay or lesbian or transgender.
You didn’t expect this, did you? Well, neither did I till about ten months ago. I had so wonderfully repressed the cold hard facts of that evening;
On a Mumbai monsoon morning, I was pottering around my apartment looking for a computer charger. My roommate was a total nerd,
I’m older, but not wiser, and most definitely fatter. As I turn 35, I think my empathy has grown, and I know my love handles have.
A week ago, 24-years-old law student Raya Sarkar put out, on her Facebook, a list of academics whom she claimed were sexual predators.
Have you ever been called black like coal/a crow/something burnt? I have. It is pretty standard for most kids who are dark-skinned and part of the Indian diaspora.