I had COVID earlier this month. Finally, the axe I’ve been dreading since March 2020, fell. It was the second chop, the first being my parents catching it earlier this year. I am grateful that these have been mild variants & we didn’t suffer like a lot of other people…
We do not have a consensus on what love, commitment, sex or identity mean. Maybe we don’t need to agree. What do we owe each other then?
Finding myself at a lull between sumptuous stories, I wandered into a familiar storyline. And just like that, I found friends again.
A political poem about India’s many gods
What were the brutal experiences of the last two years but lessons in love? Who are you when all has been stripped away/