A story of a young adult confused about his sexual orientation, confused about the concept of gender binary, confused about why it was so difficult for him to seep out with lipstick on without being ashamed of it. Trapped to the bone and mad to others, was he hiding something? A considerate mind, A non judgemental heart and two ears to listen to his side of the story, was all his was asking for.
LUNATIC
Is what they called him. What is it that changed except the moon? Hassled, Alone and Broken, he had a new best friend now!
DELUSION!
On a starry new moon night, hitting the threshold, dreams about a woman so beautiful, she could probably replace the otherworldy solid mass up there.
WHO WAS SHE?
A dream so real, a vision so clear, he could barely forget her for more than a blink of a second. The urge of meeting her again had driven him crazy to a level where he wanted to adopt those aesthetics. Her influence on him was so tight that he dreamt of looking like her. Taking his first step towards feminity, he craves for meeting the holy female again, forgetting it was just a dream. Transforming himself, waiting on a full moon night his only inhibition to be a well desired woman was partially fulfilled only to realise that it was just temporary and he wouldnt go far with his hiding until the sun rose for the next day.