kissing

30.11.2025

S: Indian people from the villages don’t kiss on the lips.

A: What do you mean?

S: They don’t. It’s a Western thing.

A: So what do you think about when you kiss someone on the lips?

S: Many things. What the next stage should be. What they are thinking. What they are feeling.

A: The words of a planner and a psychologist.

S: In love, you have to become not only a psychologist but a manipulator.

A: Manipulation?

S: You have to manage the situation in a persuasive way.

A: Call it persuasion and not manipulation then.

S: You persuade them with your lips and your eyes, your body and your words, the expressions on your face.

A: Love is not force.

S: But it is energy. The energy that is in the heart has to find itself and its way into the heart of the other.

A: Not just in the heart.

S: Agreed. Not just in the heart. In places various. In the whole body with it’s smooth skin and it’s gleaming lights.

giving an inch, taking a mile

30.11.2025

S: You know, there’s only one rule in love when you first meet someone.

A: What’s that?

S: When they give an inch, take a mile.

A: I think that needs a little elaboration.

S: If they let you hold their hand, caress it. If they let you put your hand somewhere, go for other places. Take a risk.

A: And what is the philosophy of the dance?

S: A pioneer explores. He is in uncharted territory. He has to be intrepid. The way that we explore the body of another is the way that we explore an undiscovered continent.

A: An explorer of the body? And the map?

S: The map is love. And the body is love. The lover is love. And the beloved is love.

A: The whole journey is love?

S: Can there be any objection? While no one knows what love is, there are many things that are love. And I myself, I am love.

flying away

29.11.2025

S: There is this poem. It goes something like the ones that used to run towards us, now they fly away. It is true.

A: True in what sense?

S: There were those that I loved. I used to look forward to seeing them. Every time I looked at them I felt happiness inside. Seeing them smile made me feel joy. I would hang on their words and want to be with them forever.

A: And now?

S: I do not look at them. I avoid them. I run away from them. I do not want to hear their voices or know about them.

A: Why?

S: They judged me. I judge them for it. And above everything else, I cannot forgive them for not returning my love when they knew how much I cared about them. I can’t forgive them for pretending to care about me when they didn’t.

A: How do you know that?

S: Because the ones that care for me will make any excuse to be with me. Friends or lovers. They will remove every obstacle instead of putting them up. They want every opportunity to see me. They get as much of me as they can. That is what it means to care for someone. Not some fake pretence of niceness.

A: You hold a grudge against the fake? They are not worth it. This place is full of fakes. Because in their heart there is no love. You that know this, accept it.

S: I am a worshipper of love. The hope and belief in love is something that I cannot lose.

how a piece of shit thinks (microfiction)

28.11.2025

S: You don’t have to wonder what a piece of shit thinks. They are trumpeting it everywhere. Trump is trumpeting it. And so is that fucking arsehole Farage. In fact this whole fascist government is trumpeting that fucking bullshit.

A: And what is it that this piece of shit is thinking?

S: Anyone with any sense knows that instead of putting their own house in order, these racist vermin are blaming all of the problems that they have created on ethnic minorities and people coming into the country. Deflection. Externalisation. In a word, bullshit. While the ethnic minorities and people coming into the country are doing all the work that they won’t and can’t do.

A: How is it working?

S: While their racist ‘civilisation’ is dictating the terms of conduct and thought throughout the whole world, as they continue to colonise the whole world and eradicate difference, they are pretending that they are at risk of extinction. Because these fascists can’t tolerate that there might be a different way of living and thought. While they are hoarding all the wealth in the world for themselves and stealing it from others, they are pretending that we are stealing all their wealth. They can’t stand meritocracy and fair competition because they have no talent themselves – only their privilege.

A: Who are the morons that are falling for this shit?

S: The moron has nothing. No talent and no spirit or thought. They are fucking slaves. What they have is the colour of their skin or their nationality. And they think, because of that, that they are better than everyone else. But they don’t really believe that they are better than anyone else. Because inside, they know that they are nothing but a piece of shit. So they try to pick on who they perceive is weaker than themselves, all the while knowing that those people are better than they are. Because those others are not full of hate like they are. These fucking slaves don’t have the fighting spirit to wage war against the rich. They are sycophants and bend over to let the rich and powerful fuck them. So they pick on who they perceive as the poor and hungry. They don’t have belief in their own ‘civilisation’ – they think that anyone can displace it and rule over them. They are cowards that move in a herd and have no originality or independence of vision. They love lies. They love hate. They hate love.

A: How do you stop a piece of shit thinking like a piece of shit?

S: They only have hate. That is all they have. Read ‘To Kill a Mockingbird’. Trash only has race and nationality, they don’t have anything else. They are hollow scum. Just like Mayella Ewell is ruled over by her ignorant father in the novel to believe that she is superior because of the colour of her skin, so these fucking morons, these fucking slaves can only be ruled with hate.

The Tyranny of Time, Space and Situation

27.11.2025
S: How does anyone do anything?
A: They try. They do.
S: I am talking about the conditions. The constraints of time, space and situation.
A: Others surpass them.
S: Yet they are unsurpassable. You need the right timing. You need the right situation. You need the space to do it. The conditions are hostile.
A: You are having trouble?
S: It is always the same story. How is anyone supposed to love in these conditions? In terms of achievement, I have become a published writer and professional photographer despite everyone. But for love, I have always struggled. There is always something. The curse follows me around.
A: There is no curse.
S: Perhaps there is. You have to fit love around work. You have to fit it around other people, this constant stream of other people that are always around. You have to fit love around your commitments, all the volunteering work, all the extra curricular activities.
A: Do what you always do. Cram it all together. Just keep on adding more things to cram together. Just cram more.
S: What amazes me is that some people have multiple partners at the same time. How do they do it?
A: You put a lot of labour into your romantic investments. It is the difference between intensive cultivation and a hands-off approach.
S: Hands off does not work for me. I am hands on.
A: Well then, stretch yourself a little bit more. Don’t stretch yourself too thin though.
S: Love has its own resilience. In a world of ice, love will sprout its seeds and send them where there is no nourishment, no water. In a world of no time, love will create its moments. Where there is no space, love will emerge. Where there is no love in a situation, still love happens. And do you know what? Love will dominate. Because this love comes from one that is named after the god of love. Krishna. Krishna enchants the world. And Radha enchants Krishna. Their world is love.

the breath of destiny (microfiction)

26.11.2025

S: When I take a pause, I feel destiny. She is breathing down my neck.

A: How can you believe in destiny? It is an outdated notion.

S: I have been raised to fulfil a destiny. To protect The Mother. I am named after it. It is the teaching in the culture. It is us, the warrior culture.

A: How much do you do for this destiny?

S: I work in education. I teach. I write to promote diversity. I volunteer at charities. I do all that I can while earning a living. I protect my birth mother. I protected my grandmother. It is never enough. When I was young, I swore that I would change this world. I have done my utmost with the opportunities that I was given, which are not many.

A: Do you believe that you have changed the world for the better?

S: Yes, I believe.

A: Regrets?

S: That there is not the war. And that I have not died a glorious death in the war.

A: Will there ever be a war?

S: I believe in the Revolution. Whatever anyone else thinks about it, no matter how vicious this world is, I believe in the Revolution. And I am always ready to fight. I am spoiling for a fight. Warrior destiny is the war. To create that spark that will burn the world. I am not alone. There are others.

A: How can you be a warrior if there is no war?

S: The war is all around us. The war for us. Look and you shall see. Take the scales off of your eyes. There is a system that the slaves to the state have made. It is the system of slavery because they cannot think beyond slavery. And I am no slave. I won’t bow my head to anyone but The Mother. There is no one fit to rule above me. That is what you call self-belief and self-respect. Only I am fit to govern myself. That is what this war is. Me against this world that would have me in chains and licking their boots. I am not a sycophant and a boot licker. It is better to live with nothing than to be someone’s slave. I live the life of a king. That is why I am the man of destiny.

ego and acceptance (microfiction)

25.11.2025

S: When someone returns your affection, you feel like the king of the world.

A: You feel like that anyway. You have a big ego.

S: You know me. And you are right. But it is different when someone likes you. Because then you feel even more like the king of the world.

A: Plenty of them like you.

S: It doesn’t matter if someone likes me or not. Because they do not act upon it. They do nothing. They let me do nothing. And therefore, it did not and does not count. What counts is action in love. Just as in war.

A: How do you know they like you if they do nothing about it?

S: That is exactly my point.

A: Clarify for me.

S: Romance is a guessing game. Do they like me? How much do they like me? What do I mean to them? We keep on looking for the signs in other people. But the real sign is how much they are willing to make time for you. That is what it comes down to. When people make time for you and want to meet you, to have you to themselves. When even if things are difficult, they make it happen. That proves that they love you and care about you.

A: That is the only proof you would have?

S: What else is there? Just receiving a look of like cannot give you satisfaction. It is not like holding someone in your arms. Just hearing the words that indicate that someone likes you, it doesn’t satisfy you. You have to be able to feel that something real is happening. And it feels real when you are there, looking into their eyes, touching them, whispering sweet nothings to them.

A: Your ego relies on acceptance?

S: When I was rejected, I wanted to die. I am not exaggerating.

A: Well now that you have been accepted, you should want to live. So live.

S: Life has embraced me now. She wears a flower in her hair and she dances with abandon. I follow her through the fields of summer. All the while, the chill winter wind blows. But when I am with her, I do not feel it.

two become one

25.11.2025

S: It is a curious dance, isn’t it?

A: A rhetorical question? What do you speak upon?

S: You hold hands. You caress the fingers and the palms. Skin brushing against skin. You embrace them and hold them tight. You never want to let go, their body on yours. Lips on lips, tasting their life…

A: The ships colliding, you speak on this? What is so curious about it?

S: It is two becoming one.

A: Connection is what life is about.

S: But in this culture of atoms, of autonomy and independence, of individualism, is it not a paradox that two become one?

A: But is it not the case that it is the rule of the one here? Therefore if two become one, they can be ruled?

S: There may be that in what you say. But if the rules of the two that become one are idiosyncratic, how can they be ruled? Because a general rule relies on general application, not the specific. The global and not the local.

A: You concentrate on two becoming one.

S: I am concentrating upon it. My other duties are piling up.

two become one

the field of energy is multiplied

two gazes

two bodies

one passion meets another

match for match

touch for touch

together against the stone

touch as waves of energy (microfiction)

24.11.2025

S: You know, there is this electric magnetic force in the fingers.

A: How so?

S: When someone runs their fingers ever so delicately across your skin, barely touching you, when they caress you with the lightest of touches, all the sparks in your body start flying.

A: Like a tickle?

S: It is a lover’s tickle. And it sends shivers all through you as the electric magnetic force multiplies in your body.

A: They often call love magnetism.

S: I see touch as waves of energy that emanate from the body of the loved one into the recesses of the self. As energy combines and reawakens within.

A: So what do you touch when you touch the lover?

S: You touch life itself. I feel the force of life within them. When I clasp them towards me, I feel life. When I kiss them on their soft neck, their full lips, their plump cheeks, I feel life itself. The thing itself. I have hungered for it.

A: Love is life?

S: Love is life. Love is death. There are highs and there are lows. Ecstatic highs and awful lows. But always, we hope to feel life itself. I bite at their cheeks. That is life. I gulp at their throat. That is life. I kiss their hair. That is also life.

A: You want to live so bad?

S: The dead hunger to live. I was all dead.

A: You? There is no man more active.

S: I was at the bottom of a well. And instead of helping me, they threw buckets of cold water over me. It was the well of death. The angel flew overhead. She did not even look at me…

A: You have clambered out of the well now. Drink the water and move on.

the hindi film viewer (microfiction)

24.11.2025

A: What was the last Bollywood film that you watched?

S: Don’t call it Bollywood. I hate that word. We are Indian, we don’t need to copy anyone. Call it the Hindi film. It was War 2 with Hrithik Roshan. The actor is Punjabi. He plays a warrior. That is what we are.

A: And what is it like to be a Hindi film viewer?

S: When you are a stranger in a strange land, the Hindi film is everything. It is the culture and the teaching. A space where Indian men like me aren’t stereotypes, sidelined, villains. Instead, we are heroes.

A: Is that what you love about the Hindi film?

S: I told you. The classic Hindi film is everything. Story. Music. Dancing women dancing the dance of seduction. Love. Comedy. War.

A: If you love them so much, why do you watch so seldom?

S: I watch my dancing women on my phone. I replay the scenes I have seen in my head, reflecting on them all the time. Everywhere I go, I listen to the songs and the lyrics on the move.

A: A real fan. I guess a fan with no time.

S: When you have been named after a film, Sunil Dutt in Mother India, when your destiny comes from that film, to protect Mother India, then it is only fitting that you are the ultimate fan. I might hold a PhD in English literature and First Class Honours in the subject. But all my knowledge of the stories comes from the Hindi film.