WHERE HE REMAINS

I fell in love with a man in his forties while I was a nineteen-year-old teenager. I've always believed that love transcends gender, religion, caste, race, and, as I later realized, age as well.

This story is set in Varanasi, a city in India where societal norms often discourage embracing one's true identity. Despite prevailing homophobia, there are individuals with captivating stories, and here's mine.

I'm writing because I never want to forget this part of my life, not even the smallest details. I cherish memories of people, especially of my favorite man whom I always want to remember and never forget.