Some years feel like storms. This one feels like standing under a sky full of swords—each one glinting, dangling, humming with possibility and threat. And yet we still show up to work, swipe our cards, sit at our desks, smile at Teams calls, and hope we’re not next – the hanging sword of layoffs. It…
Author: ankurmondal
“My purpose is to express my soul through art, music, and words—to create beauty that heals and inspires. I exist to be a mirror and a sanctuary for those who feel unseen, unheard, or unloved—especially within the queer community and those who’ve shaped my journey. Through my presence, I offer people the freedom to be fully themselves, the courage to heal, and the dignity of being truly respected. My life is a gentle rebellion against indifference—a living example of what it means to honor humanity, one heart at a time.”
Seven-Year Itch
Seven years – that’s 2,555 days of love, arguments, laughter, silence, shared meals, cancelled trips, long hugs, and the eternal “what should we watch tonight?” question. They say the seven-year itch makes couples restless, but honestly, if that’s true, we’ve been scratching that itch since year one – sometimes gently, sometimes like two cats tangled…
Maybe You Just Need to Smile
I am living my life one day at a time. Some days are heavy, some days are lighter, but most days feel like I am just trying to survive. I wake up with the weight of thoughts I can’t always explain. I feel lost most of the time, searching for a path that seems invisible….
112 Is Not 911 – A Cry for Help, and a System That Fails You
Last Saturday morning, I thought I was going to lose my father. He’s been bedridden for a year now, slowly slipping into the fog of Alzheimer’s. That morning, he started gasping for air. My mother panicked. So did I. In that moment of desperation, I did what we’re told to do in emergencies – I…
Reset
How often can you reset your life? While growing up, we’re all told to live a certain way. We were told that life had a linear path. Follow the rules. Do what everyone else has been doing for years – study hard, get a job, marry (the opposite sex), have kids, retire and die. Repeat….
NUMB
There’s something creepy crawling inside me.No, it’s not a ghost. It’s worse.It’s slowly eating away at my emotions, empathy, and will to feel.I think it started small – a moment here, a moment there.A forgotten phone call. A hug that didn’t land. A message left on read. And now?I feel… NOTHING.Yes, I’m NUMB. No, I’m…
I Am a Hugger
Hugs are so underrated. Not the polite, half-hearted ones. I’m talking about those tight, real hugs- where your arms wrap around someone, and for a few seconds, both of you forget everything else. The noise fades. The chaos pauses. And all that remains is warmth. Yes, I am a hugger. Always have been. Even when…
कभी फिर मिलेंगे
चलो, कभी फिर मिलेंगे।किसी और ज़िंदगी,किसी और दुनिया में। जहाँ मेरी गुस्ताखियाँ कम हों,जहाँ मेरी नादानियाँ कम हों। जहाँ शायद मैं हो पाऊं थोड़ा और ज़िम्मेदार,जहाँ शायद मैं ले पाऊं इन कंधों पे और थोड़ी भार। जहाँ दोस्ती में कोई शर्त न रखी जाए,जहाँ सच्चा प्यार मिल पाए। जहाँ दिल में थोड़ी कम हो खटास,जहाँ…
Window Shopping
Through virtual windows, I peer and swipe,A catalogue of men, each prototype.No vows, no bonds, no legal decree,Just endless aisles of “What could be.” Migrating birds, they flit and roam,No nesting hearts, no solid home.Loyalty? A fleeting disguise,Lost in the glare of pixelated skies. Grindr’s ping, a digital bell,Announces sales of lust to sell.Swipe left,…
I’m toxic. Period!
The past year has been nothing short of a whirlwind. It’s been a year of deep reflection, painful realizations, and, surprisingly, growth. As I write this, I want to make one thing clear: this is my side of the story. Not the absolute truth, but my truth – a story of love, labels, and letting…
ANKUR MONDAL 