the mold continues to grow under my skin.
it is black in colour, i think, though i cannot be certain.
i slit my wrist once and peeled back the skin but all i could find was fire.
i look at my eyes in the mirror. there's mold behind them as well.
the mold's entered my eyes as well.
it's just like passion.
it's just like when a man looks at a woman - a mere glance, no more than that - and realizes that his flesh is on fire ..
it's just like when a man looks at a woman.
you will never be a man, she said.
--- excerpt from "The Gabriel Club" by Joydeep Roy-Bhattacharya