A humming word

You will notice that about a lot of tomboyish women guard their independence, fiercely and when it comes to expressing their love for you, their actions are their notes of love. They will not ask anything of you. They are wholesome. They have a unique balance in them.  Some of us need validation. Some of us need sweet embrace.  But then, they don’t.  They would rather play basketball than gossip about the players. They would rather sneak out and ride a bike and have an ice cream than speak about their problems. Their streak of ego also lands them in problems, at times. Their problems are like unfolded clothes, haphazardly thrown into a wooden box and shut tight, without a napthalene ball and they are okay with it. Also, I have few gender-fluid friends, who have begun to embrace their feminine side. I read there are now 70 types of gender. Some of them are even hard to understand but i think that is definition of it all: beauty in differences.  But i believe, no matte...

As February passes like a soft breeze and we enter the simmering heat of March, it makes me wonder about love and Coronavirus. “ Choone se nahi pheltha hai ,” comes read a jocular post. Another reminded us how we, Indians, must not be scared of this virus: we can remove a tennis ball from a gutter, tap it and play with it. We can wash our hands off it yet it will be around much like love that we put on our guard around it and behave like it's coronavirus. Worse is love between people of the same sex. The most recent example for this is the film: Shubh Mangal Zyada Saavdhan,  starring Ayushman Khurana and Jatinder Kumar directed by Aanand L. Rai. Albeit it’s a commercial hit, the film has made gay love a forced agenda. It portrayed how parents react in the most obscene and impractical way: they resort to avoiding the people involved to false attempts in suicide to questioning their own parenting to violent methods. Finally, they emotionally breakdown. The premise of...