Stay, because I heard it somewhere, Stay, because it sounded shinier Stay, because someone looked at me Stay, as it was supposed to be better Stay.... Freeze, because I am not better Freeze, because I am more of the matter Freeze, because I think I should be fixed Freeze, as I fail to speak

Before you go ahead further and read this real-life incident, please make sure you are comfortable. The incident narrates the haunting tale of rape. of Male Rape. As you decide to read the incident, and support the rape-victim, reconnect with your own strength and power. Feel completely safe now as you go ahead and read about the Incident. “Anupam and I had been friends since three years when this incident happened.

Among the vast sea of Facebook posts one day, we chanced upon this amazing human, thanks to the Logical Indian. What followed was the “perfect one-time phenomenon of life” as Tarun himself puts it.A little curiosity and shamelessness on our part, led us to having an amazing conversation with this kind random stranger who likes to carry the “You’re Perfect” signboard on the streets!

Dear Leaner,Life was going good, and then tough times happened. The way they always do. More than for me, I was sad for the people around me. You know how certain people are like sponges; they sort of absorb the aura and the energies of the place. I am that sponge. And so, when the company I work for, decided to make Annual Performance Evaluations as toxic and vicious as humanly possible

Fear takes hold of me as I feel her standing behind me and slowly stepping towards me as a tactful predator. A chill runs through my spine, making me shiver, and I don't have the courage to turn around and see her. The weather seems to be resonating with my thoughts; dark clouds filling every inch of the infinite sky. I know this time she's not alone. She is here with a plan to end my story there and then with a weapon; a knife. Would she just stab me in the back without even confronting me? Or this time, we will get to discuss our fears.

He was a boy. He was scared of Gurgaon; the wide roads and the by-lanes – cemeteries carrying the clingy colossal of countless dreams caught and abandoned. He was a boy, who finally decided to take the leap of faith into manhood, rushing the steady natural process. After all, the boy was now living in a big city. The city that houses more corporate establishments than homes. A city that manufactures several efficient solutions for simplifying several problems of the world’s superpowers.

From where I stand right now, nothing was this way ever before. And nothing will ever be. It always feels like this. When asked to describe the present, I am flooded with flashes of past and dreams of future. About the present? I can just see myself and people I cherish beyond this life. I see myself, like right now, basking in the yellow light of this strange staircase, trying to pen something for you. Yes you! I wish I could speak with you in person. For now, and for always, these words are going to be the bridge.