Accept me as I am

Accept me as I am

Abhay felt apprehensive; butterflies in his stomach were fluttering and had almost killed him. It was going to be a decisive day today. Supreme Court’s decision was going to decide his path, his future.

‘Gay sex is not a crime: SC verdict on section 377.’ Abhay didn’t know how to react. The judgement declaring the decriminalization of homosexual sex was like music to his ears.

“Ah! That means I don’t need to be afraid anymore. The society will accept me as I am,” wondered the twenty year old.

  That evening was a celebration evening for him and his boyfriend Lucky.

  “Lucky, soon I will disclose about our relationship to my parents,” said Abhay while gulping the glass.

 “What if they don’t accept our relation? I don’t think it’s going to be easy,” Lucky was skeptical for obvious reasons.


“Dad, Mom, I want to say something, rather confess something,” said Abhay hesitatingly.

“Yes beta. Is everything fine in college?”asked Amrish, his dad.

“Dad, it will be difficult for you to hear as much as it is tough for me to utter. But then I need to say this,” replied Abhay.

“God has made me a tad different from you all. Dad, I don’t like girls but boys put me on,” he blurted out in one breath.

What followed was pin-drop silence. Abhay felt as if ages passed sitting on the dining table.

“Mom, it took me long to come in terms with my sexual orientations. I am bullied regularly in my college. I was so much depressed that I even tried to end my life.  But the day section 377 was abolished by SC, I felt hopeful and decided to come out of closet,” Abhay mumbled.

Amrish didn’t say a word and left for his room. Abhay was shattered.  

‘Wasn’t the same sex love decriminalized?’ he wondered.


“I will talk to a Psychiatrist.  There must be some cure or counseling for that. I will go through journals,” said Amrish to Sudha, who was equally distraught.

Over few days Amrish had discussion with many of his friends, close friends. He searched the internet. All he could decipher was ‘Homosexuality is not an illness.’


A month had passed.

“Amrish , are you sure with this? People may isolate us, leave us,” worried Sudha.

He held her hand, “Sudha, just tell me one thing do you love Abhay less than before the moment he disclosed to us his identity? At least my love for him hasn’t changed.”

Sudha didn’t answer.

“I know it’s tough and the coming days are difficult but then we have to support him.”

“Papa, Lucky has come,” intervened an excited Abhay.

Amrish looked at him and said, “Abhay, time to swim against the current but we are with you.”

The proud and relieved son couldn’t control his tears.

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