Tales of towns

I have a box of polaroids buried deep within my soul somewhere. All my moments of happiness, pain and love are captured in those polaroids. But I lost one polaroid, favourite of mine. Will you all travel with me to the darkest of places to find it ? At age of 16 when everyone around me were chasing happiness and capturing pretty moments, I gathered courage to face myself. When I was 13 years old, I felt I was different in a way than others. I hit rock bottom at that time as I used to spend numerous nights crying and being depressed. I realised and accepted the fact that I am gay which gave me more strength to look inside me and believe in my most imperfect parts. So I decided to educate myself about this and started surfing various articles on internet about homophobia and homosexuality. Watching web series helped me a lot and gave me courage for confrontation. I felt lost whenever I found myself in the middle of people. I was afraid of people’s perception of me.  But these thought...

  We all are surrounded by a crowd of unknown faces, with unknown intentions, lost thoughts and buried noises of mind and heart. Don’t you think physical features don’t do enough job of defining this crowd? Just like every girl next door I dream of having a well-settled life and a prosperous future. I have always believed in the power of relationships, be it friendship, love or family. But a few series of incidents tried to shatter my jar of dreams into pieces.  Back in April 2020, I started receiving obscene pictures from a fake ID on Instagram. I started receiving uncensored pictures which pulled me into a storm of self doubt, low self esteem and depression. The question I used to ask myself while looking at my reflection in the mirror was “ Is something wrong with my appearance?” But the real pain lies in the answer to that question. As it is our nature of blaming ourselves first whenever something goes wrong, I did the same.  Right after receiving those pictures, I wa...

With each day passing by we both have realised that life is too short for being tangled with grief and sorrow. Back in school we were these shy people with our own baggage of family problems that made us a complete outsider in school. Battling in the war zone of peer pressure and insecurities lead us to a state of turmoil. Colours of rainbow were added in the days of black and white when we crossed the same road. Our friendship feels like a roller coaster if we reflect back to those days, but hey! which friendship doesn’t ? Now being in different horizons of this mundane world made us realise how crazy we all used to be. The days of continuous gossiping and the sounds of laughter still rings in our ears sometimes. We definitely found a safe place to call home in each other, which made us stronger and more resilient. Moments of uncountable laughter, epiphanies and cries are hidden somewhere in this place we call our “home”. Starting this venture is just a result of brain storming on a r...