My Night With a Carpenter: Does Homosexuality Break the Class Barrier?

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My Night With a Carpenter: Does Homosexuality Break the Class Barrier?

Illustration: Akshita Monga

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he morning I arrive in Lumbini, I watch a woman feed her naked breast to an infant. It is firm and ripe as a musk melon, coating the dewy morning air with the faint fragrance of the quotidian life. We are sitting at an empty café at the entrance to the garden where the Buddha was born. She can be my queen, Maya. Her husband, Suddhodhana, stretches on a wooden bench, guarding the mother and son. Watching them is a more sumptuous pastoral sight than my meagre breakfast; a muddy cup of tea and stale bread.

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