I'm gay and proud. I've been fortunate enough to be surrounded by people who have been nothing but supportive but there are individuals out there who have a different story. The journey of self identity is not very smooth. We live in a world where acceptance for one's own identity and right is still fought for. Throughout the ages people have sought out to literature, famous figures, rallys, protests in order to expand people's perspective about everything that is not heteronomous in nature. Only a few specks of the society have come to accept the spectrum of humanity that exists. It's contradictory how I don't understand the non acceptance but understand the apprehensions involved behind such thought processes. My point of realisation and acceptance of my sexuality has been smooth and less strugglesome and I am immensley greateful for that. I hope for the day when coming out stories in India are given as much importance as board exam results on social media. Until the day when a person's self identity is not questioned upon or given questioning stares, we need to be supportive and encouraging in our own little ways. I thank every single person who has been part of my coming out. Happy Pride everyone! <3
Saturday, 19 November 2016
Wednesday, 9 November 2016
To, Anonymous.
Dear Anonymous,
I cannot fathom as to what you're going through. I have no right to judge you or find similarities between your sorrows and mine to gain self assurance of some sort. This letter is just for your wandering eyes in search of distraction or temporary solace. Remember the moment when your heart felt the lightest. Remember the colors that brought you joy at some point. Remember even the greys that stirred you and created havoc. Remember the breathless stomach aches because you laughed too much at something you now consider silly. Remember the entwined fingers that sent crackers bursting in your mind. Remember the time your throat hurt to scream but all you could do was bite your hand. Remember the small caresses that sent tingles down your spine. Remember the solace you found sitting all by yourself at a table and sipping your coffee. Remember the time when the noises inside your head were louder than the street noise. Remember this moment which is now filled with numerous memories and the different facets of yourself. You have experienced and survived all of this. There will come a day when you look back and remember this moment while reading another letter or maybe you will not. All I know is you would have gotten through this moment of struggle. Until then, take a deep breath and count on the distractions for temporary solace.
I cannot fathom as to what you're going through. I have no right to judge you or find similarities between your sorrows and mine to gain self assurance of some sort. This letter is just for your wandering eyes in search of distraction or temporary solace. Remember the moment when your heart felt the lightest. Remember the colors that brought you joy at some point. Remember even the greys that stirred you and created havoc. Remember the breathless stomach aches because you laughed too much at something you now consider silly. Remember the entwined fingers that sent crackers bursting in your mind. Remember the time your throat hurt to scream but all you could do was bite your hand. Remember the small caresses that sent tingles down your spine. Remember the solace you found sitting all by yourself at a table and sipping your coffee. Remember the time when the noises inside your head were louder than the street noise. Remember this moment which is now filled with numerous memories and the different facets of yourself. You have experienced and survived all of this. There will come a day when you look back and remember this moment while reading another letter or maybe you will not. All I know is you would have gotten through this moment of struggle. Until then, take a deep breath and count on the distractions for temporary solace.
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