Rainbow Unchased

To,

The Republic of India,

 

 

Date: 26th November 2021.

 

 

Subject: I wish you a happy constitution, but, how constitutional of you?

 

Dear you, 

 

I really don't know how, but I have to break it to you, I was born at the advent of this century, I’m one of everyone, who has seen you penetrate through the blue sky, I saw you bleed through the gunfire, I heard you cheer to the boundary line, I, am the I in you, more or less I am you, and you are me.

 

But, how constitutional of you?

I breathed through you, yet you stifled my voice, This constitution of yours, I embraced so whole-heartedly, but, you, in turn, alienated my being, outcasted my existence, humiliated my pride just for asking for what I rightfully deserve, it was you who promised me a life of dignity yet did you actually give me one?

 

In front of your splendor, I wailed into the thick of your Judiciary, when the guardian of your soul, reinstated the draconian 1861 sodomy laws, and just as it has been forever, deemed me a criminal again for an attribute that wasn't a choice. It was one thing to be judged by the people, but another when you failed to see the human in me through the veiled balance of yours. You weighed my fundamental will of being to the incogent demands of the ignorant minds.

 

It took you five dark years to rule out the 377 bars of travesty, my voice was muffled under, my will was held captive under, even so, can you be deemed just? Even so, do I have the same freedom of being as others, even so, will I not be stoned with unsolicited opinions of my different being? Why couldn't your colossal being accommodate me and my pride together? I took it to the doors of your guardian, again and again, only to be deferred to the next date for asking something as basic as my right to life. Isn't it?

 

And just like your guardian of stature who failed to instill the essence of pride in me, are your institutes. They might fulfill the promise of delivering world-class education. But they do not see the world-worth of dysphoria in me, being passed through the same prism of the supposedly acceptable being the rainbow in me failed to abide by. Who else should I turn to, if centuries-old institutions see not the spectrum that I am, but the binary that no longer exists?

 

‘I am who I am, take me as I am'  were words streaked across the newspaper headlines the very next day. Some even claimed it to be independence day version 2. o but is it? It took you a quarter and a half of a century to understand the concepts and fundamentals of intimacy and consensuality, not me. What about me? A country I associate my being with doesn't even bother to acknowledge my true essence. So, what does that mean? Is it your sheer incognizance or just like everyone, you are embarrassed by me? 

 

Not that I have lost my perception of respect or faith in you, not that I will in any aspect or expression, but it wouldn't necessarily hurt to hear from you every once in a while. Apparently, I wake up every day with billions of gleaming eyes. I see you soaring through the darkest of storms, with the intention that one day, I could be the rainbow you chase after the heavy downpours. 

 

So, maybe if it's okay with 543+245 of your men in black and white, can I please be the rainbow unfurling through your white serenity?

 

Regards,

Rainbow, unchased.