I always thought of my home, Jammu, as a place of tolerance and tranquility. Not anymore.
The way that we imagine nonhumans in fiction reflects how little we, as humans, really get each other.
Today as I entered my home, mom and dad gave me a tight hug and said, in their happiest voices, “Congratulations son! Now it's legal.”
What happens when lovers are split apart by Section 377?
As we rebuild Kerala in the coming years, hilarious anecdotes of family members' erratic antics will be the things that keep us going.
We were promised fairytale lives, we’re more than making do with this instability instead – one that we had no hand in creating.