That was the first time I ever saw a man naked. Though I felt it was wrong to check out my own uncle, nothing stopped the devil in me to peep Uncle Ravi while he was bathing one evening when the rest of the family was away. Within the family house I lived in, I developed a lustful feeling towards my dad’s younger brother, Uncle Ravi. And I wasn’t just checking out hot and cute guys I met at school and my neighbourhood.
I was only 12 when I realised I was being attracted not just towards the opposite sex, but also towards my very own kind.