People walk down the streets,
People notice and cross by me,
Few throw a penny, and few think of me as chaff,
Few always think of me as a subject to laugh…
“Chalo Chalo Aage Badho, Kuch Nahi Hai Dene Ko”
This is the story of everyone on this planet.
This is the story of a man and woman, of a child too.
This is the story of the idealists who believe the glass is half full.
This is the story of a Transgender or “Hijra”
A fascinating group of people who are always fearless when it comes to life and carefree when it comes to what people think and say, they’re also the most misunderstood and least encouraged.
Have you ever paused to wonder why we rarely see or hear of a transgender person driving an auto-rickshaw or working in a cafe? Wouldn’t it be beautiful to give a section of the community a chance to work and earn a respectful living?
So before you judge anybody steps into their shoes and see their growth. See-through others, powerful and real people, who always stand firm and face the world with courage and sheer determination.
So for a change one morning, I decided to let go of everything & take a road trip. I took one week to myself & drove to places I’d always wanted to.
I tried not to think about the future & sink myself at the moment- to enjoy the trip, pay attention to my neighborhood & talk with people. It might sound corny, but it gave me clarity. Finally, I realized I had developed a real sense of route.
Little longer, little more
Another story, million more
Ten tiny fingers and ten little toes,
Mommy’s eyes and daddy’s toes
Cherish her smile every while,
With love and joy of a new life
The aim of penning this story is to explore & unveil the mold which forms our society & its people. This story will inspire you to raise your thinking high & will motivate you to think like an extraordinary & not just be left counted in the crowd of ordinary.
“Think about how different your world would be, if you saw God in every human that’s ever been kind to another being would you ever do anything to hurt that God?.
Life isn’t easy for anyone; it’s more or less a hard road to walk on; however, & the worst has been in the share of Hijras, the Third gender.
From unacceptable discovery to inevitable self-acceptance, they go through a lot of pain that we might not imagine. And it does not limit here, post-self-acceptance comes the family estrangement, who would ever want to get away from the loved ones forever? These happen with them!
Why transgender people need more visibility? Have we ever tried to remember this? Some transgender people have missed their families, their homes & the most crucial thing they lost funding.
Gender shouldn’t define what room they should apply. They are the people with a beautiful soul. Everyone on this globe strains to enjoy life & be happy
Why can’t kinnars live like a normal male or a female? Before a gender they must be looked at a human. Even they are born the way a male or a female is given birth. It is continuously supposed that ‘where there is a will, there is a way’ is this always the truth?
These people do have a will, but do they have a way to express that will? They are always looked upon by people who do not own any of the rights as we do. They are not welcomed with the same respect as us by our fellowship.
Being transgender is not a choice but a study of nature. Assist them in nurturing to become contributing individuals to our community. Share the light & help pass it on. Everyone living in this cosmos is merely attempting to enjoy the short life & be happy.
Anybody shape doesn’t define who they are, whether they are a boy or a girl, but our mind may show a different picture. Know them from their work & their work should create an identity of our psyche.
These make me feel a complete & satisfying end of the story, but still, a chapter is not being enclosed in this happy story. A fact people avoid to face, a fact which people don’t appreciate to talk, a fact which people never want to meet in life. This fact, which people think of as unfortunate, is a “TRANSGENDER.”
“The Beauty of Life is while we cannot loosen what is served;
Read it; learn from it, and change.
So that every new moment is spent not in
Regret, resentment, anger, and fear;
But in Wisdom, Understanding, and Love”
Thank you for reading my story. Where I have pulled together all my ideas into one bag & moved forward-facing society from the past one year. I felt passionate about writing because I want your support to be the one to change the universe. I hope this story inspired you to look at blooms & the leaves on your every walk.
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