Queer exists in the tickle of the clock that can alarm the household deep in sleep. It exists in the fluorescent moonlight on a cloudy night that can tremble the ocean, so deep. Queer isn’t a voice in the void but a roar for a revolution. This manifesto attempts to scream at an unfathomable decibel in the deliberately covered ears of the patriarchally situated Indian personal law system and attempts to create an inclusion for queer kinship in the legal system. What is more, it screams in the language of the system itself, leaving no room for it to excuse itself from hearing us, even as it tries to do otherwise.
