Walking down the streets of New Delhi.
Entering the Arabian Sea by the beaches of Goa.
Shopping in the markets of Jaipur.
I turn my head and my eyes do not deceive me: two men holding hands.
You see, in many cities around the world a transparent rope of masculinity and patriarchy ties us down. It strangles us into submission declaring pink feminine and blue masculine. It herds us into boxed fences of the gender binary, punishing those who dare to step out with lashes.
Unnatural. Immoral. Queer.
But, for some reason, the social constructs of gender and sexuality, the tightened grip around our wrists, allows two Indian men to hold each others hands.
It is not a cultural marker that defines your sexuality. It is a measure of neither masculinity nor femininity.
Rather, a subtle expression of trust, a notion of friendship, a touch of humanity.
Seeing two men holding hands makes me long for our liberation from the patriarchy and gender binary.
Untie our masculinity. Untie our femininity. Free us from ourselves.
Let us be human.