The Hyderabadi Ragpickers

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Lokesh Kaza

Ratna knew he could not hold his breath in the murky waters for longer than a minute. He surfaced with whatever he could retrieve and passed it on to Diwakar. It would take him some time to go back into the lake. He sat beside his friend, coughing and gasping for breath. Diwakar had been… Read more »

dear kid

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Swastika Jajoo

dear kid, you’re alright on the days you feel like a girl and dress up like a girl, even if they tell you you’re meant to be a boy. if they tell you that no one will kiss boys who dress like girls and wear lipstick, assume they know nothing about kissing. you’re alright on… Read more »

From the very well maintained files of Mrs Pushpa (I–hate-tears), Secretary to CEO

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Suchitra Dalvie 1

From the very well maintained files of Mrs Pushpa-I–hate-tears, Secretary to CEO (Paying respect to that amazing book From the mixed up files of Mrs Basil E Frankweiler) Memo No. 2099/Gender in the 21st century The CEO has agreed to allow this seminar to be held during the staff retreat next week. Please collect your… Read more »

WHO WE ARE

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Soumya Sreehari

Atul pondered on his lesson plan for tomorrow. He was affected by yesterday’s incident and wanted to do something. He couldn’t come up with any idea that would address the situation without sounding preachy. Finally, he decided to sleep on it. Atul was a teacher. As part of the foundation he worked with, he had… Read more »

shame

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Sonal Sharma

they tell me to have shame run back to your mother no better hide shame too late now its that time of the month again shame don’t enter the kitchen or cook for yourself shame sleep on the floor so your husband doesn’t force himself on you because he is right but youre just not… Read more »

Will the 21st century see the end of gender identity ?

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Prachi Bhagwat JLF Blog 2

In February of 1933, Sane Guruji, a popular writer of children’s stories, imprisoned in the Nashik jail, spent five nights writing a story that would achieve canonical status almost instantly as the ultimate ode to motherly love. The story, titled Shyamchi Aai (Marathi for Shyam’s Mother) transports its reader to the Konkan region in Maharashtra… Read more »

The Gender Identity Scrapbook

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Noah Pelletier

It’s been interesting to look through these old photos this afternoon, as when I was a boy—I mean, a person with Binary Code 1 genitalia—things were totally different. Clothes for instance. My genetic benefactors dressed me in blue outfits so strangers in the grocery store wouldn’t ask “Is it a boy or a girl?” I… Read more »

My Poetry Is A Battle Cry

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Shruti Sonal

I have been told countless number of times, That my poetry doesn’t rhyme anymore It doesn’t have any fixed metre or rhythm It cannot be neatly classified Into stanzas of four lines each. I have been told That my poetry doesn’t rhyme anymore It lacks the punctuations at the right places It is not perfect,… Read more »

Verse

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Medhavi Dhyani

If their power erected sky high on the foundations of oppression and injustice is the iron they will shamelessly relentlessly ruthlessly forge the bars of our cages with, bind us with helplessness as they trample on all our truths and hail this as our inherent tragedy, then we will persistently ferociously fearlessly endlessly scream and… Read more »

Clean Slates

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Kaja runwal

I think of being a mother sometimes. Of nurturing humans like they were tender saplings. Plenty of sunlight and enough water. I will sow two seeds. For two breeds: a girl and a boy! And I will be an unconventional mother. I will raise him pink and shall raise her blue. No hand-me-downs of gender… Read more »