Being Mohandoss

Next morning, I cornered Visu—eyes sharp, voice low, catching him sprawled on the couch, wireless headphones still on, eyes bleary like he h...

I’d been grinding Visu down for days—teasing, poking—till he broke, voice tight with exasperation. “Fine, but hook me up with a girl I pick ...

It was Saturday morning, early 2010, head still thumping from last night’s tequila flood, but I couldn’t stay away—back at Visu’s room like ...

It was late 2010, Chennai drowning in 2G rumors and the sticky heat of a city faking it wasn’t falling apart. I’d been plotting this night f...

Chennai buzzing with that sticky night heat, the kind that made you want to drown the world in booze and fuck it all off. I’d been itching t...

In the wake of discovering my mom's affair with Vasu, my mind was a tumultuous tempest of conflicting emotions. The hidden lesbian bond ...