It's just love isn't it by Joy Rajan

 A Lost Puppy A Short Story by Joy Rajan           My mom and I struggled. She and I just couldn't rest at the thought of seeing his lovely little face. O! he had the sweetest eyes and when he looked at you -you could not deny the love is his eyes. But then again     Dad had recently taken ill. Four years after my father passed away from terminal cancer, Duke was also diagnosed with cancer. And within a year he was gone. He was ten years old.      I know we agreed (well my mom told us no) on large breeds. And Duke being a German Shepherd was for sure not ideal from Mom. But then again dad loved him. And so did Mom did eventually I could tell with his personality that he could not resist being a hero. He was a black bundle of fur and delight.  He helped mom so much with everything. More importantly he gave her the comfort that she lost when Dad was gone. Duke was ten when he got diagnosed with cancer. Like Dad, Duke was...

                                                                                                 Hiding A short story by Joy Rajan I watched as she played with her daughter. The two of them were practically glowing with such joy. I couldn't take my eyes off of both of them. I never told Mary how much I admired her. She had gone through so much this past couple of years. She had just come out to her family. Her immediate family were supportive of her and her life was going so well. She was sixteen when she realised she was a lesbian. Unlike me, she had the full support of her family. But there was a dark time in the family and it happened a year after I met Mary. And it all had to do with Mar...

 A Cure Part 2  By Joy  Rajan     Well I got my toothpaste, and popcorn, and chocolate. And I thought to myself since I was out that the liquor store was a brilliant idea. Why not. And yes of course I got groceries. Need to eat too.      I started at my naked self in the mirror. I've tried so long to get out from my family's shadow -they never thought much of me. It's been what close to thirty years of them making me feel like I will never amount to anything. My mom told me once that I might as well marry someone rich. Of course she meant a rich man. No thank you. Contrary to their incessant homophobia I still hoped I could marry for love. She has to be out there right?     O I know -I won't get meet anyone sitting in front of my computer. Seriously it's quite sad -me sitting her pining for a woman whom I have not met. All this conflict in my head. Does she exist? Can I really g...

                                                                                               A Cure Part 1 By Joy Rajan February 6 Dear Diary I suppose I can only conclude that like asthma being gay isn’t curable. I hear a voice on one side saying it can through persistent prayer and the other side saying there is nothing to cure.  So I’m lost.  I dream every night and during the day of meeting a kind genteel woman. I’d imagine her to be understanding of me and to be a wonderful listener. I am not selfish -by any means. She need not have all the money in the world nor be a super model of any kind. Just a good person. And of course it goes both ways.  How I’d love to cud...

  Something A Short Story by Joy Rajan I am so drawing a blank. I am not sure what to say or let alone what to write. I spent my  days dreaming of my dream wedding with the right man. I dreamt he would sweep me off my feet and treat me with respect. I guess it never occurred to me that I was a lesbian even though everyone around me know. It is funny now that you think about it.  I heard people’s coming out -but I never really understood what it was like. I had a supportive family. Despite all that support, I never had much luck with dating.  My ex never gave me much hope either. I came out of those two years realising that the person you thought was the one never truly loved you at all. I suppose a part of me feels scared that I will end up being manipulated, used, and lied too again. Well here I am a year later sitting here in a coffee shop that I often go to. And here I am  awestruck by a beautiful woman.  I felt like an utter idiot wit...

Elizabeth and Willa Part 2 Joy Rajan Last evening, as lovely as it was, Elizabeth felt she wasn’t able to have as much alone time with Willa as she had wanted.  As dinner began all the guests had their seat. Elizabeth seated herself her brother on her left and Willa on her right. With all the guests and all the gossiping and light chatter -she felt she couldn’t have a real conversation with Willa. Every time she reached over the speak to Willa someone else had grabbed her attention. And when at last she thought she caught Willa’s gaze her brother shoved his way in to the conversation.   “Hey Eliza, you should play for Willa! Or better yet you two can have a piano stand off” He said laughing. Elizabeth glared at him. She couldn’t help but wonder if it would have been a better idea if he had staying in America. He has always been so obnoxious. Did he not have any one else to talk to. She was so relieved when he got bored and made his way to talk to his cousin.  “Your brothe...