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Seven lives

Have we met before?
Like before this life that we are living now?
Weren’t we destined to live all seven of them?
Which one are we in?
The last? Or the first?
Seems like both.

But I remember the one where I was the hare and you, the tortoise.
U cheeky little thing you.
Also the one when I was the ocean and you the shore.
U stubborn little thing you.
The one where I was the lioness and you the deer.
U tasty little thing you.
Or the one where I was the diety and you the pundit.
U generous little thing you.
Maybe the one where I was Eve and you the forbidden apple.
U evil little thing you.
Wait, I guess it’s the one where I was the Queen and you, the stable boy.
U gorgeous little thing you.

That’s six lives.
I don’t remember the seventh one.
Oh is the one we are living now?
The one where I’m not yours and
you’re not mine?

Which life do you remember living with me?
Do you remember living with me?
Do you remember me?
Oh wait. Are we in the first one?
Maybe the last.
Oh wait. I think we’ve lived them all.
Where do we start in the after life?
How about snake and ladder?


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Hello sperm, again!


This is probably a first that a mother is talking to the yet to take a human form sperm. Well I thought let’s begin early. I want to tell you few things before I let you occupy my body. Because once you do, you sort of become my responsibility. You know the world that I live in, I’ll be called your mother. Your biological mother. The one who let you grow inside her only to unleash you to the cruel ugly world. I’m pretty sure you’re going to curse me later about that bit. You were happily swimming in your pool of life and thud, you need to make defisions between sky blue shirts and pink socks.

So here is the deal, I’m a working professional. I have crazy work schedules that fries my brain and dims my soul. I write. Most of the times. That’s all I do. During the day, i write to feed my stomach and during the night, I write to feed my heart. I’m going to be 36 and I haven’t met you yet. You must know the world is judging and mocking me already. Your sneaky grand aunts and uncles are asking if you are a healthy sperm and if I have a healthy pool to let you swim. Most of the times I ward the questions away. But sometimes it gets to me. It gets to me so much that I cringe and cry and shout. Not having a great uterus does not make me any less of a human. But hey, welcome to the real world. I’m having crazy mood swings than I used to. I like fewer people than I used to. I’m sorry but you gotta make peace with the fact that you won’t be having too many cousins to play with. Tada, may I introduce called dogs.

You should make peace with many things once you get out. Firstly with the society. You know the place I live in, there is a sect called people. A sect that you may not be aware of. These are are the people who have a laundry list of how I should be as a mother.

I must put you ahead of me. I must forego things I like to do. I must ensure that I’am around you 24×7 or at least think of you all the time. You must become the centre of my world. I need to plan my weekends based on how you want it to be. I need to compromise on sleep and sex. I need to make peace with being put into the ‘MILF’ category by a certain sect of people. These people are the ones who mock me for being fat but also stare at my big breasts. These people are the ones who will tell you what is wrong with you even before you figure out what the word wrong means.

Oh wait. Did I tell you about your father? He is a biker and a tourer. The coolest dad one could ask for. I have never seen a man who is as good hearted as him. If you turn out to be half as good as he is, I’d be glad. Did you know you have a big brother and sister? They are called Ritchie and Kalki. Unlike you, they have four legs that are full of fur and love. I may probably always put them ahead of you. I’m pretty sure they will love you more than anyone else.

I was also told that I must put all my life savings to make sure you get everything you want. If only your mother knew what savings even meant. *insert rolling eyes smiley*. I need to put you in a school which is the most competitive and makes sure children are classified based on grades. Also, do you know how bloody expensive, cheap education in India is? I wish you come with some pre paid card dude. I must also decide what graduation course you should study and pay for you to attend extra classes from grade 7 to top the school and get into the best universities. I must also make sure you are well taken care financially <heavy laughs> before you decide to start earning. And then I must tell you to marry and give me grandchildren.

But let me tell you, I ain’t all this. I’m not going to teach you any of this. What I will teach you is to differentiate jerks from the good ones. I will teach you how you should never take pride of your caste. You should understand what sexism and feminism means. You should respect people of all castes and communities. I will not raise you saying you’re a man so you can be how you want to be. I’ll teach you how to make a good morning coffee and you shall do so going forward. I’ll want to have some nights with my husband and you shall leave the room. I will have vacations to take and you will be taken care by someone trust worthy. I don’t want you to worship me. Don’t treat me like God. Don’t over do your love for me. Treat me with respect like how will treat a fellow human.

I will make sure you are comfortable. If you aren’t happy going to school, I will help you learn something else to keep you occupied. I will not tell you what to do and what not to do. I will not raise you like how I was raised. My mother’s world revolves around me and she has done nothing for hetslef. I’m not doing all that to you honey. I’ll be around you. I’ll tell you what clothes you look good in. If you like someone of the same sex, I’ll say yes. If u like someone of the opposite sex, I’ll say yes too. Your choice completely. Let’s not make one another a baggage or I must say, a dependency. Let’s live independently and happily. Let’s learn to live without one another.

I’ll be a kickass mom. Probably not the kind of mother defined by the society. But I’ll be what I need to be with you. I’ll be your mother and I’ll a be other things. It’s just another role I play in life. Just like how I love my writings, I will love you because you are my a piece of my work too. A piece that I will love, adore, cherish and let go at the right time.

Fly away son, I will not give you the wings but I will cut the branch you’re sitting on. That’s how you’ll grow and I’ll watch you grow from a distance. The distance between the waves and the shore.

I will keep rewriting this letter until I see you. I’m growing old and so are you. I may never be able to see you or maybe I will. I don’t know. But whatever the case maybe, please be known that your father and I love you.

For now, happy swimming.

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Don’t fall in love with me!

Loving me is a terrible bad idea.

Don’t do it. Just don’t do it.

Nike meant that for sneakers.

Im terrible. Im messed up.

My body reeks of the scars and clots from a past that refuses to stay in the past.

The black and blue shaded blotch of skin peeping from my inner thigh is gone.

But my inner thigh still carries the weight and grunt of it .

The hair that was pulled to forced my legs to spread has grown.

But every time I comb, it mourns with a strand or two on the ground.

The legs that he spread to satiate his manhood has become thicker.

But every month I bleed between them, drop of my blood cries out in pain.

Loving me is a terrible bad idea.

Stay away. Far away.

Im fat. Im flaky.

My skin folds in places that folds don’t hold together. It falls apart. Like a pack of cards with the Queen facing down.

My face droops to my breast with skin that sulks every time I see a thin girl.

My feet that is worn out with all the years of running away from misogynists and patriarchates.

Baby please, don’t fall in love with me.

I’m earnest and passionate.

I have a heart that oozes sensuousness and a mind that spews sensibility.

I will sit half naked next to you and finger myself all night reminiscing my childhood memories.

I will bake blueberry muffins before you crawl between the sheets and I will eat them off your chest.

I will read out my favorite verses from my favorite book out loud when you are in the shower.

I will take photographs of you when you sleep and shave.

I will let you go when you want to go for baby art is all about setting it free and you are my most favorite piece of art.

I will ask you to let me go when I want to fly from our tiny kitchen window that is painted in purple.

Don’t fall in love with me sweetie.

For, I’ll love you in a way that you will hate the feeling of love when you fall in love with someone else.

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Tamil short story.

Premise – Lost love.

‘எனக்கு கல்யாணம்’ என்று கூறி அழைப்பிதழை நீட்டினாய். அழகாக இருந்தது. தேதி. தினம். இடம். எல்லாவற்றையும் படித்தேன். உன் பெயரை தவிர. முடியவில்லை காதலா. முயற்சித்தேன். தோழிகள் ‘நீ போக வேண்டாம்’ என்றனர். காதல் கண்ணை மட்டும் அல்ல, காதையும் மறைத்து விட்டது. வந்தேன் உன் திருமணத்திற்கு. மேடை மீது ராஜா போல நீ. புது பட்டாடை சூடி கொண்டு, அழகாக இருந்தாய். உன் பக்கம் அவள். காஞ்சிபுரம் பட்டுடுத்தி, லக்க்ஷணம் நிரம்ப இருந்தாள். ஒரு ஓரமாக நான் அமர்ந்திருந்தேன். என் முகத்தில் சோகம். கண்ணில் மையுடன் கண்ணீரும் நிரம்பி இருந்தது. இரண்டு வருடம் உன்னுடன் இருந்த நாட்கள் கண் முன்னே வர தொடங்கின.

நாம் ஏன் பிரிந்தோம் என்று நான் பல இரவுகள் என்னையே கேட்டது உண்டு. பதில் இல்லை. பெண் ஒருத்தி தட்டில் தாலி மற்றும் பூக்களுடன் என்னிடம் வந்தாள். தாலியை பார்த்தேன். என் கழுத்து நிமிரவில்லை. பூக்களை பார்த்தேன், என் கூந்தல் நகரவில்லை. எடுத்தேன் சிறிது உதிரி பூக்களை. கெட்டி மேளம் சத்தம் கேட்டது. தாலி கழுத்தில் ஏறியது. வாழ்த்த வரிசையில் நின்றேன். என் வாய்ப்பு வர, மேடை மீது வந்தேன். வாழ்த்தினேன். பல்லாண்டு வாழ்க என்று. புகைப்படம் எடுக்க மனமில்லை. ஆனாலும் காதல் யாரை விட்டது. நின்றேன். அவள் பக்கம். புகைப்படம் எடுக்கப்பட்டது. என்னை மிக எளிதாக மறந்து விட்டாய் என்று நினைத்துக்கொண்டே சென்றேன்.

உன்னை மறுமுறை பார்த்தேன். உன்னிப்பாக. ஆடம்பர சட்டை பாக்கெட்டுக்குள்ளே, நான் குடுத்த கைக்குட்டை. உன் வேர்வையை மட்டும் அல்ல, உன் கண்ணீரையும் துடைத்தைது.

காதலா, இது தான் காதல்-ஆ?

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Kaamathin kaadhal

என் இடுப்பின் சதை மடிப்பில் மறைந்து கொண்டு வெளியே வர மறுக்கிறாய்…

கொஞ்சம் பார் சற்று மேலே…
அந்த சூரியனும் வெக்க பட்டு கரைந்து போகும் அளவுக்கு என் மார்பு உனக்கு நிழல் கொடுக்கும்..

வா…வந்துவிடு… என்னிடம்…

உன் அகண்ட தோள்களை பார்த்து என் கண்கள் மட்டும் அல்ல என் கால்களும் விரிந்தன…
உன் கை விரல்கள் என் மார்பின் நடுவே ஒரு ஆடு போல மேய….
உன் கண்களோ என் கால்களின் நடுவே உள்ள உதட்டை தேட துடித்தது….…
வெய்யிலின் வேப்பைதை விட உன் ஆண்மையின் வெப்பம் என்னை கொளுத்தியது…
அதை அணைத்திட வேண்டாம்…
என்னை அணைத்து கொள்..

விரியட்டும் என் கால்கள்…

மலரட்டும் அதன் இடையே உள்ள பெண்மை…

தேன் வழிந்து ஓடியது…

நீ தேனை அருந்த பூ மலர்ந்து கொண்டே போக…உன் ஆண்மையின் நீளத்தை ஏன் விரல்களின் இடையே உணர்த்தேன்…
வெக்கம் பறந்தது..
தேகம் சிலிர்த்தது..
என் மேல் உதட்டை கடித்த நீ சிறுபிள்ளை போல என் மார்பின் முலைக்காம்பை பற்றிக்கொண்டாய்..
என் உதடு உன் ஆண்மையை முழுங்கியது… பாம்பின் தோல் உறைவதை போல உன் ஆண்மையின் தோல் உரிந்ததை கண்டேன்..
என் கீழ் உதடுகள் விரிந்தன .. என்னை தரையின் மீது தள்ளி விட்டு உன் ஆண்மகனை என்னுள் இறக்கினாய் ..
இன்னும் வேகம் வேண்டும் என்றேன்..
பேராசை எனக்கு நண்பனே…
ராக்கெட் வேகத்தையும் மிஞ்சிவிட்டாய் நீ..என் கால்கள் காற்றிலே பறந்தன..தேனும் வழிந்தது..

எனதல்ல காதலா, உனது.

பருக ஆசை என்றேன்..எடுத்துக்கொள் என்று என் உதட்டின் மீது வாரி வழங்கினாய்..

வள்ளல் அல்லவே நீ …!

காதல் ஒதுங்கி கொண்டு காமத்திற்கு தலை வணங்கி வழி விட்டது !

English translation

En iduppin sadhai madippil maraindhu kondu veliye vara marukkirai…

Konjam paar satru mele… andha sooriyanum vekka pattu karaindhu pogum alavukku en maarbu unaku nizhal kodukkum..

Vaaa…vandhuvidu… ennidam…

Un aganda tholgalai paarthu en kangal mattum alla, en kaalgalum virindhana…

Un kai viralgal en maarbin naduve oru aadai pola meya….un kangalo en kaalgalin naduve ulla udhattai theda thudithadhu….

…veyyilin veppaithai vida, un aanmayin veppam ennai koluthiyadhu… adhai anaithida vendam… ennai anaithu kol…

Viriyattum en kaalgal… Malarattum adhan idaye ulla penmai… Un kai viralgal andha poovinai parithida yaengiyadhu…

Thaen vazhindu odiyadhu… Thaenai arundhinai…. Poo malarandhu konde poga.. Un aanmayin neelathai yen viralgalin idaye unarden…

Vekkam parandhadhu..

Dhegam silirthadhu…

En mel udhatai kadithai nee… sirupillaiai pol.. yen maarbin mulaikaambai kuzhandai pola patrikondaai..

En udhadu un aanmayai thindradhu.. Pambin thol urivadhai pola un aanmaiyin thol urindhadhai kanden..

En udadhugal verthana.. Ennai tharaiyin meedhu thalli vittu, un aanmaganai ennul irakkinai..

Innum vegam vendum endren..

Perasai enaku nanbane…

Rocket vegathayum minjivittai nee..

En kaalgal kaatrile parandhana…

En kaalgal vazhi vittadhu..

Thaenum vazgindhadhu..

enadhalla kaadhala…unadhu..

Paruga aasai endren..

Eduthukol endru yen udhatin meeedhu vaari vazhanginai..

Vallal allava nee…

Kaadhal odhungi kondu kaamthirku thalai vanangi vazhi vittadhu….!

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The virgin prostitute 

Thousand an hour, she said.
What all services will you offer because that is quite expensive? He asked.

All the ones your wife refused to offer you. she replied.

He was quiet and visibly angry but bowed his head down and agreed to pay.

This way. She said as she walked past buildings on her left.

She was well built. Tall. Curvy. Long curly hair. Nude lip gloss. Purple eye shadow. Wearing a long black dress with high neckline.

You look toned down for a prostitute. He said.

She kept walking without giving a ear. She walked inside a well lit building in one of alleys.

He walked quick hiding in her shadow to avoid being seen.

No. The last time I took this room, I didn’t enjoy it much. She said returning the key to the receptionist.

What kind of a view do you want? Sea facing? Corner room? Trees around?. She asked.

I don’t know. I mean. Anything is fine. I mean, anything is ok. He said in a fluttering tone.

She opened the room. Switched on the air conditioning.

Do you want me to leave the lights on? She asked as she removed her footwear.

Err.. yeah. Sure. Why not. He replied with a sense of guilt and fear.

So, first time I’m guessing. She said.

Yeah. How did you find out? Because I have my dress on? He replied.

No, because I have my dress on! She replied.

So, what brings you to me? Or rather, who brings you here? She asked with a cheeky smile.

Look, I’m a happy man alright. Don’t you conclude my married life to be sad. She is a beautiful woman. Loving, respectful, caring. So don’t you say anything nasty. He replied.

Ten minutes down. But you are free to continue talking more of that while I take a quick bath and a follow it with a nap. Wake me up when you are done. She replied.

He kept quiet and removed his shirt and shoes.

She removed her dress and her black and purple blended lingerie shone against the light of the moon that drew graffiti on the walls.

Beautiful bosom that was gripped together by her bra. Her curves were roads that led to destinations in the far away galaxy.

Her eyes smeared with kohl on the lower lashes and purple eye shadow on the upper. She had fuller lips. Lips that were meant to be kissed. Biten. Sucked. All of that. And more.

A sexy small paunch that was flab and fab. A bottom that was as round as a button. A button that you would want to pin on the wall and stitch your manhood with.

Her legs were pillars. Pillars that would keep a palace stand erect. Pillars that will be used to build the King’s courtesan rooms.

She came close to him. He froze. Rightly so. He was speechless. Speechless looking at her. She shone brighter than the moon. She was the sun the night needed.

Her confidence shattered his ego. He wasn’t used to women like her. Most women he met were just women.

Are you ready? Is there anything you want me to do in particular? Role play? She asked.

I don’t know. Why don’t we talk for a while. He said.

Well look mister, you are no Richard Gere and I’m no Julia Roberts. You don’t look like you have too much money. And I want money. I got another 30 minutes. She said.

Can I extend the time? There are rules for that? He asked.

She smiled and sat next to him and put her hands around his arms. How many hours do you want me for? She asked.

Two? Hmmm.. no make it three. Four. Ok lets freeze four. He replied.

That would be 5000 she said laughing.

1000 for an hour will make it four thousand right? He replied.

Extending time during the time increases the charge. She replied.

Well ok then. Five thousand it is. He said as he removed his trousers and sat by the window to light a cigarette.

So what brings you here? U haven’t answered that yet. She replied.

That is none of your business. You do your job and I pay you. He replied puffing away the cigarette.

Fair enough. Whenever you are ready. She said as she got naked and sat on the bed reading a book.

You read books? He asked.

Why? A well read prostitute scares you? She asked.

No, I just thought..

Just thought what? That prostitutes are dumb women who are born to fuck? She asked interrupting him.

Ok so tell me, why were you pushed into this? He asked.

Pushed? I wasn’t pushed. I chose this as my profession. There is no sympathy story to tell you. No poor family. No financial issues. None of it. I chose this. With full heart, soul and body of course. I love my job. She replied.

He was silent for a while.

Why did you choose this of all the things? He asked.

Why not? Why did you choose accounting? She asked.

Because I’m good with numbers and hey don’t compare both. Don’t take my profession down with yours. He replied.

Down? What’s down about mine mister? Ok tell me this , she asked as pulled the chair next to him .

She was too beautiful. He was willing to let accounting take a back seat. But then his ego came in the way.

Well you are a prostitute. Need I say more? You sell your body for money. He replied.

She smiled. As she ran her fingers between her breasts.

He couldn’t look directly. Like the Sun was sitting there next to him.

Darling.. She started to talk.

I love sex. I don’t crib after a long day. When I’m tired, I rest. I choose who and when and how much. I don’t cheat during the time I have sex with someone. I’m focused 100% on the job. I don’t put another prostitute down to get my job done. In short, I don’t do all that you do. I only sell my body. You, well you sell your soul. She said as she put her legs on the table in front of them.

He gulped a glass of water and stared blank for the next few minutes not knowing how to respond to that.

Sorry. Didn’t mean to cut you off. I wanted to get the cliche off the table. Well.. we have three more hours and can we please start? She replied.

You do know that you are a very beautiful intimidating woman right? He asked.

Yes. I have been told that several times. She replied as she put her left leg on his thigh.

Right. That’s that. So before we start.. I’m quite intrigued to know… are you always in the mood for sex? I mean what if you arent and you have a customer? He asked running his hands on her ankle.

Well, I don’t think about sex all the time. Like right now I’m least interested in sex. All I want to do is sleep coz you are boring as fuck. She replied teasing his inner thighs with her toes.

He could feel the hard on. He felt the blood rush to his head. The ones below and above. His ego couldn’t hide his erection. Her breasts danced to the tunes of the wind that blew across the open window. They swayed as she moved around. She was naked. Both in body and mind. So confident. So beautiful. Unabashedly herself. It gave him a hard on in his mind.

Okay.. either you’re gay or I’m not the kind of woman you want. Oh no. Wait. I think it’s the former. It certainly is. She replied.

I’m not gay. Look, he is as tall as this building. He said removing the towel and showing his manhood standing tall.

Well. Let’s grow him a bit more then. Shall we. She said.

Wait. What’s your name? He asked.

What’s in a name? said Shakespeare back then. She replied.

A prostitute speaking shakespeare. That’s a first. He smirked.

Yapping customer. That’s a first. She replied smiling wide.

You are beautiful Viola. Well I’m just going to call you that. He said.

Well sire, you can call me what you may but this Viola doesn’t have twelve nights to spare. U better hurry up. She replied.

She came closer. Spread his legs. Sat on him face to face. She initiated the smooch. He followed. His hands played violin on her breasts. Her moans kept the night alive. Her hands went down his hip and she stood up and dragged him to the bed.

So this is your standard move ? He asked as he was pushed to the bed.

No you gave in pretty easily. She said as she climbed on him.

You are beautiful. He said as he ran his fingers through her hair.

I have better things your fingers can run through she said as she took them and put them inside her.

He watched her moan. He watched her lead him. He watched her glide like a dream.

What are you looking at? Fuck me. She said.

No. I want to make love to you. And I want to do it slowly. He replied.

She got up and wrapped a towel around and sat next to him and looked into his eyes. Do that to your wife. I don’t have time for love. This isn’t the place for love. She replied.

You have nothing but love Viola. I see that in your..

Woah wait wait wait… dude I don’t have time for your poetry sessions. You have another thirty minutes. You want a fuck or not? She asked.

But… He started.

No buts. I have got only big butts. Look here sire. I don’t want to have these emotional talks. I don’t engage in such talks with my customers. I have work ethics.

He laughed out loud hearing her say that.

What are you laughing at? In my work, ethics is sex and only sex. I don’t intend to do anything else. She replied.

Look Mr. Whatever your name is, my body is for sale. Not my soul. That’s the only thing that I have kept as a virgin. Don’t finger that. Your time is up. You need to leave. She replied.

He didn’t say a word. He got down from the bed. Dressed up. Washed his face and lit a cigarette. So what now? Another customer? He asked.

Well.. tonight is going to be just me. No more customers. She replied.

Then let me stay. I’ll pay you for the night. He replied.

No. I don’t want you. I don’t want you here again. Not with me. There are plenty of women down the street. She replied as she sat by the window.

But I want only Viola. My virgin Viola. He replied.

I’m danger. Move away. She opened the door for him to leave. He took his bag and left the room.

She closed the room. Went by the window and gazed at the sky.

There was a knock at the door. She opened it. It was him.

Oh it’s you again. Did you leave something? She asked.

I forgot to pay you. Here is your fee. He said handing over the money.

She looked at him. Took the money and folded it and kept inside his shirt pocket.

Viola doesn’t charge the Duke. She replied with a smile.

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Pregnant with your love…

You’ve gained weight off late. Blame it on me for the holiday season. I kept feeding you warm blueberry muffin and dark chocolate shake from the old madras baking company. Look at you. All fluffy in love.

I’m going to be honest here honey. You’re becoming a baggage. Heavier than last night. You’re growing inch by inch. Flesh by flesh. I feel it. ‘oh you’ve got the glow’ people said looking at me. How did they know that I’m infact ‘pregnant with your love?’.

I should have aborted you the day I let you inside me. I shouldn’t have come this far. I shouldn’t have let you grow inside.

But… kaadhal yaarai vittadhu nanba?

I should have cut you off the minute I laid my eyes on u. I knew this moment will come. This moment here. Now. Making me all pregnant with your love.

‘Un kannil kanden, en magalin thagappanai.’

You suffocate me from inside baby. And I do that in return during those times I bleed from below. These little games that we play. Oh you poor little desperate thing.

‘Oru moochil eruvarum uyir vaazhgirom. Unadha illai enadha endru teriyavillai.’

You remember that morning when we shared a laugh by the balcony? Or or.. those long nights when my hormones were in their peak and ..and then you fingered me from inside to help me get those stubborn orgasms out. Oh! What a joy it was to cum into you.

‘Un viralgal en narambugalai vaasithane! Illayaraja en rathathil ooriyadhai Unarnden mudhal muraiyaaga…’

I want to let you go. I really do. But baby, once I do that, the world will make you hers. You will become one among them. Them as in the humans… and once you be that, you’ll let go of me. That’s the curse the race is born with. To let go. You will let go of this darkness that we share within. To let go the occasional sunsets and twilights playing graffiti on my bones.

Satru nimirndhu paarthu sooriyanai iravil kaikul pidithu rusikiraai nee.’

‘I like that girl’ you said during one of the poetry events I went to. Damn! How did you see through me?! I knew I shouldn’t have worn my saree below the navel.

‘Iduppin idukkul veliye oru pennai paarka terinda unaku, satru nimirndhu en idhayathin idukkil ennai paarka teriya villaiye’.

Fine. I shall let you go. It’s time. I know its getting a bit too much now. You and I. This hide and seek game that we are playing. Should stop. Iam pushing hard. The sleepless nights and the nausea symptoms when I see another man. Men who are better than u. In all ways. Yet I throw up. Don’t know if it’s because of you or me. Those mid day binge eating. More chocolates. More wine. More OCB paper. More orgasms. Yet I crave for your finger. I craved for more of everything.

‘mudhal muraiyaaga garbathai manathil sumandha pennaga ennai aakiyadharku, kodi nandrigal nanbane.’

Its time. There. Go. You’re out. Go fly now. The world is yours.

‘Parandhu chel nanbane. Kaadhalane. Vaanam engum un vannathai thoovi chel’

May you fall in love over and over again.

May you lose love over and over again.

May you find love over and over again.

No matter how many times you find your The one. You’ll always remain heartless. For baby, I’m still ‘Pregnant with your love’.

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Black bra and hot chocolate. 

You. Yes, you. Curled up under the sheets in an old cotton shorts and a black bra and tackling the first day of periods. As the blood that didn’t find its worth inside your body flows down to find its place of warmth to settle down between your legs, you find life in hot chocolate and an old movie that makes love look and feel right. As the first sip of hot chocolate twirls through your throat and tingles the clit of your throat, your eyes close a little. Drowning in the pain of your uterus shrinking, you grab a book from the pile on the floor. You lazily turn pages like that’s a job meant for the strong, you try hard to focus. You watched woman on woman porn the previous night and you’ve been thinking about masturbation but you know that’s a bloody affair now. You feel the blood land on the pad. you wonder, why. Why is this a monthly ritual that you need to endure. you don’t have an option. you either endure this or get pregnant. Thankfully the one above had enough knowledge on biology to not make both occur at the same time. You close the book. Beyond 3 pages, things blurred. the book and your mind. you get up and stand in front of the dressing mirror. Messed up hair. face folded like dirty laundry. Body smelling of blood. Blood that didn’t feel very welcomed inside. Blood that you expelled because you were quite full to the brim. Blood that reminded you that you should be doing that to some humans too. expel them. push them. it shrinks the heart just like the uterus. it does. but its good. it cleanses you just like what blood does. you look at yourself. amused at how something as simple as periods leads you to think of life changing decisions of kicking people out of your system. you take a comb and mess your hair a bit more. apply a deformed kohl to your eyes. some matte maroon on your lips that were burnt crisp with the hot chocolate that you sipped. You go back between the sheets. wrapping yourself with warm fresh cotton on you. the evening sun plays hide and seek. just like your mood. you go back to the movie that you paused. the old classic one that reinstalls faith in love and all that jazz. you smile. you cry. the maroon matte makes its first impression on the ivory mug that is still left with last few drops of hot chocolate. you taste a bit of the animal tested product along with cocoa. you snug with the book as the movie dialogues play the perfect voice over for the page on why the protagonist wants to win back his ex. your mind rewinds and replays your past to you. that guy who left you for that girl. that girl who stepped down from the best friend position. you smile. you cry. you wipe the tears. finish the last drops of hot maroon animal tested chocolate. go to the restroom. change your pad. come back to curl up in the sheets in an old cotton shorts with blotches of blood stuck on it and black bra again.

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Sandwitching it!

Why layer a passionate truthful lust with non existent unfaithful love?

Man 1. {Majority}

SEX is a bad thing. Very very bad. So bad that I cannot want it just like that, but I need to sandwich it with layers of affection, love and impress the other person so much that the actual intent isn’t seen at all.  So this girl is insanely good looking and {& single} is friendly to everyone. Gets an instant hard on. I need to make out with her. But I don’t have that intellectual capability to match with hers. But she is hot and I need to sleep with her. I can’t tell her that because obviously that makes me a BAS**RD. So let do this. Let me put out another me to her. Let me ask her out nicely. Let me be a gentleman. Let me impress her with all emotions and feelings that I have no intention of taking forward with her. <first meeting over coffee happens. Plus a dinner on another day. plus a movie some other day. Kiss, hugs, smooch, first base ends.  Introduces to friends. second base. House party. third base ends. Makes out>. ok, she was good. very good. but the intent is still the same. Have another time. <Third base repeats with climax>. The girl tells her entire group of friends of how amazing this guy is. How very caring and concerned he is. He immediately is the talk of the college/workplace .ladies WhatsApp groups. He is the winner.

The man who made up a non existent love and affection to have sex. he is the hero. yes.

Man 2. {Minority}

Sees this girl who is insanely look good looking and {& single} is friendly to everyone.  Gets an instant hard on. I need to make out with her. Let me tell her that. Approaches the girl. Tells her he wants to make out with her and that he finds her very attractive. The girl is furious. Very furious. Swears at him. How could you talk to a girl like this? Don’t you have decency. <no meeting happens of course>. he is the villain. In ladies WhatsApp groups and fb post rants. He is the bad guy. The guy who wants to have sex. Sex is bad. very very bad.

The man who was honest about wanting to make out. He is the baddie. Yes.


The point I wanted to highlight to those men {majority}, is sex isn’t bad. Wanting ONLY that from someone does not make you a bad person. (Provided it is mutual when taken forward). What actually will make you a bad person is having just that in mind and portraying to not want it and fake a never existent emotion/feeling. DON’T do that. BUT, having said that, even if you are being straight forward to her, if she says no, it means NO. NO means NO. Not maybe. NOT later. And girls, wake up! Being mushy mushy isn’t what will make a man to be one. Don’t be carried away just because someone is a smooth talker and praises you. There is so much more to know before you decide. Such an irony, isn’t? The majority {men} is liked by the women and then they end up being hurt, broken and look for second chances and then the minority {men} are out there who try to be them and end up being blamed for the majority. And as a result, some shift to being the majority and some end up being just who they are waiting for a girl to be broken by a {majority} man.

Another point is, if a man wants just sex from you, it does not make you any lesser. It does not mean you are desperate. If you think so, then you are putting yourself down and putting that beautiful body of yours down.By agreeing to want to have just a physical relationship {by your will} does not make you emotionally incapable. If you genuinely feel only physically attracted to someone and not emotionally, be only that. Don’t question your ethics and morals and torture your mind. You are far more ethical than those {women} who take men for granted and fool them emotionally. If a man wants just sex, you can choose to walk away from him/her if you dont feel the same way. But don’t put yourself down in your mind because someone wants to make out with you and not love {for the sides/sake of it} you. It does not make u any less. What makes you less is having those feelings, burying it and being someone else you aren’t.

BE YOU. YOU are beautiful.

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Sexuality or the lack of it. 

I was at a cafe, choosing the most quaint looking spot as usual. I glanced the surrounding. Ordered my hazelnut cappuccino and took to writing a piece on illusioned relationships . I observed how he made my coffee. Half heartedly. He had a long day, or that’s the excuse his eyes gave away as he handed out my cuppa. A girl with short hair, sans makeup but so charming that I bit my tongue. She sat next to my table.

‘What could she be.’ My thoughts wavered. ‘Short hair and minimalism, must be a lesbian.’ My short sighted brain worked it all out. I hit myself for literally tearing a girl (a stranger) open and judging her sexuality based on her hair cut. I struck illusioned relationships and wrote sexuality below it.

From the days of asking someone their sexuality, we have come to a time to decide it for them based on how they look and behave. How convenient and selfless of us. *pats back with a brick*. We are constantly stripping and ripping the person in front of us… in our mind. There are some who strike a huge cord that the tenth second of seeing them, we are already picturing how good we will be together in bed. Some who we try so hard to strike even a hello to begin with. Sexuality plays a huge role. You like it or not. Accept it or not.

‘Are you a lesbian?’ someone asked me when I commented on how aesthetically appealing Parvathy Menon is. The same person asked me ‘Are you a bisexual?’ when I commented on how unabashedly attracted I was to the male lead of the film. My mind started to think ‘Should I actually be putting my sexuality on the table to even comment about my liking towards a fellow human being who lives in the same planet as I do?’.

Why should someone reveal who they are to you? Why should someone even be boxed into a sexual preference? We all go through phases in life. Phases that lasts days, months or even years. Phases of being aversive to the opposite gender. Blame the nasty break up and the social media stalking. Phases of loving your own gender much much more. Blame that friend who set unreasonably high standards of being nice and understanding. Phases of being asexual and not having the need towards either of the gender. Well, blame the evolution of mankind.

What’s all this hoohah about sexual identity? We are in 2016, and we are still at a time where we are coming to terms with gender identity. Lets not rush here. Take it slow. We have time until 4016. *Well that was sarcasm if you didn’t get it*. I might be a homosexual today and asexual tomorrow and straight the day after. Sexuality is in the mind more than the body. Its not about getting up one fine day and declaring to the world that we have finally figured out who we are. Its not. Why should I figure out my sexuality? Who are you to tell me I belong to only a particular tribe. What is the need to come out of the closet because you want to make sure you tag me to be just that? My closet is big and diverse. I may come out if it feeling differently. Hasn’t the world been changing the way we think and see? Isn’t the society a bigger reason and almost directly responsible for me to change my sexual preferences? I might be a lesbian but damn that guy saved me from getting into a mess. Iam so mentally attracted to him. He gives me emotional orgasms. Why am I pressurised to declare my sexual preferences? Isn’t that way too personal? Isn’t that way too much for you to ask and know? If I like you in some way, then I like you. If I don’t, then I don’t. It is that simple. You needn’t sip your pint or the bloody Mary and decipher my sexual anatomy. There are so many out there who are still figuring out who they are and most of them are forced to tick a box and stick to it simply because you think that’s how it should work. They are forced to stick to one even before figuring it out themselves. They can neither come out of it because hey that means they have been wearing a mask nor can they continue to live this life of closed doors. Because of the doors closed by you, they end up opening the one that leads them to an end. Sexuality isn’t a must have thay one needs to constantly swear by the book of truths to adhere to. It changes at times and it is absolutely OK. Do not start to question your morals and ethics based on this. We are all humans. Our minds arent made to think only in one direction all the time.

Do yourself a favour and stop dissecting what people are and what their body parts crave for. It does not matter to you. It is none of your business. Their sexual preferences are not going to change their characterisation as a human. Be free and set them free.

Be who you think you are at that given moment. Don’t let your sexuality ruin your decisions of anything in life. You don’t need to force yourself to belong to a L G B T Q A S. If someone asks you what your sexuality is, just tell them to F O.