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Ella’s Song
I had offended a real, live homosexual. A fledgling with a half-ripe voice whose name was Anamitro, who had said, “I see myself with a boy. Or a man. Yet, I’m scared that they might skin me. I can never be around them. It makes me queasy.” Mala had only read about them in books she never fully...
Rohit Chakraborty