A year ago, I did not know what I wanted to do with my life. A year later, I am still not sure. The only difference is I am trying …
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Diary of a Closeted Young Adult in India
My soul yearns to be caressed, to be loved and admired by someone; to be with someone I can claim my own.
‘I’ll Cry Tonight’
To this day, whenever I laugh a lot while joking about with my friends, these words from my mother come back to me.
My Mother, My Schrödinger’s Cat
I don't know for how long she'll stay by my side, I don't know for how long will I be her child, the uncertainty of it all is slow poison.
