Dear Comrade

I know meeting you was by fate although I do not know what our destiny holds for us. Before we met, being a victim of ‘sexual harassment’ was a shame for me. Silent harassment was always something that disturbed my inner-peace since childhood. Sometimes when I close my eyes to sleep or the lights go…

Shame, Guilt and The Thin Line In Between

‘A man’s past is not simply a dead history… it is a still quivering part of himself, bringing shudders and bitter flavors and the tinglings of a merited shame.’ – Middlemarch, George Eliot You are in bed, counting sheep to kill insomnia. One sheep. Two sheep. …Ninety-nine And you are wide awake. Staring at the…

Real Men Don’t Cry

‘You know it’s okay to open up? Like, tell me what’s going on so I can help?’ ‘I am not a girl. I will be fine in seconds’, he said. And I refrained from forcing him ever since. It bothers me a lot sometimes, how my brother hides away his emotions inside his room. How…