I’ve always been good at hiding things.In boardrooms, on presentations, in cold hotel lobbies waiting for clients—I could wear the corporate mask well. 43, single, working in a stable job, traveling often for work. People saw discipline, a quiet confidence. What they never saw was the child within, the longing that never left me.It had always been there, since I was a boy: this deep, unexplainable yearning to feel small in the arms of a taller, bigger woman. To be picked up, held against a soft, strong chest… cradled like I was precious. Safe.And that is the reason I'm still
Dream come true - 1
I’ve always been good at hiding things.In boardrooms, on presentations, in cold hotel lobbies waiting for clients—I could wear corporate mask well. 43, single, working in a stable job, traveling often for work. People saw discipline, a quiet confidence. What they never saw was the child within, the longing that never left me.It had always been there, since I was a boy: this deep, unexplainable yearning to feel small in the arms of a taller, bigger woman. To be picked up, held against a soft, strong chest… cradled like I was precious. Safe.And that is the reason I'm still ...Read More
Dream come true - 2
“Let’s see how many ways I can carry my chhoti si gudiya,” Nandini said with a mischievous grin.Before I respond, she shifted me effortlessly over her shoulder in a fireman’s carry. My body bounced gently against her tall, broad frame as she laughed and walked around, pretending to parade me.“Too light! You feel like my dupatta,” she teased. “I bet I can carry you while doing squats!”And she did—slow, deliberate squats while keeping me perched on her shoulder. I let out a helpless laugh, hanging on as she grinned.Then she flipped me down again into her arms and transitioned ...Read More