Lazeena Muna-McQuay

My nani’s nickname was Bokul—like the flower. In English, it’s called the Spanish Cherry or Mimusops elengi, though no translation quite captures its softness.

Her voice, thin as a whisper, sharp as a blade, sliced through the kitchen air thick with mustard oil and regret.

For India to embrace the evolving understanding of sexual rights by removing an archaic legacy of colonial time,