Varun was still smiling. He wanted to talk but he couldn’t and I stood there with a decision to take- take counter 1 or 3 and stay silent, or take counter 2 and talk to the trans-woman with Varun by my side. My mind was clouded but my conscience was clear:…(excerpt)
His finger seemed to point at the egg shaped chocolate but his attention was somewhere behind it. Something interesting had caught his attention.
“What happened?” I asked lowering my head to his level.
“Who is that?!” he whispered holding my ears with one hand while the other still pointed beyond the chocolate…(excerpt)
“Amma what would you do if I changed my religion?” I asked my mother with hopes of picking on her. It was a lazy Sunday morning and we had just had our routine South Indian signature coffee- the filter coffee. Sitting on a nilkamal chair with legs on the coffee table, my mother’s undivided…(excerpt)