Someone recently asked me if I would do a tarot reading for them. I found a polite way to decline and recommended a friend who does this and related things for a living. Then they asked if this person was any good, whether it would work. And I had trouble…
The boyfriend. The friend. The meeting. The verdict. The reaction to the verdict. The conversation thereafter. At what point do I notice that I’ve overthunk?
I’ve thought and thought about how and what to do with this post. I actually have another draft but it doesn’t feel right. So I’ll do what I’ve always done with this blog – be honest. The dilemma is something I did figure would come up someday, in fact I…
I ring the doorbell and it’s opened by my friend Salim, bouncing up with all the energy of his 21-year-old self. It is his birthday and the gift I am carrying is a book I know that he’ll enjoy. Salim and I have been classmates and bonded over a common…
My world is being attacked! Biological warfare move over, this is the attack of a different sort of infection. Several of my friends have succumbed to its threat and as I speak, more are going down the same way. Such is the devastating power of Cupiditis. What can make a…
I’ve had the privilege of being the straight voice of Gaysi for a year and a half now. I’ve listened to coming-out conversations. I’ve met openly gay people. I’ve attended the launch of a book about gays in India. I’ve faced my own conflicted confusion and resolved it. I’ve even…
I feel like my life is being scrubbed with a very hard brush and industrial-strength detergent.
The answer is simple. If you are truly sympathetic and supportive, you let it show. You can do it without saying a thing. Just for posterity, I’m going to tell you about two ‘coming-out’ conversations that I’ve been a part of. Each one is a sweet memory, a verbal token…
A very quick update on yesterday’s street festival. It would have been nice if it had been a day-long fest and each of the events staggered a bit. I started out with a detailed itinerary, knowing even then the futility of trying to cover all the events. Kya karen, they…
‘Playing Mommy’ is a short story about the darker side of childbirth. Please read mindfully. Trigger warning: Abortion.
