During a phase when I lacked the maturity to understand the implications, my mother became a beacon of hope. She encouraged me to celebrate Raja, a cultural festival in Odisha that honours womanhood and menstruation, with girls my age. When I started performing Danda, a form of drama involving costumes and makeup, people ridiculed me and saw me as a disgrace to my family. Before I could fully comprehend these experiences, my mother passed away after suffering a heart attack, and two years later, my father also passed away. At that time, my stepmother continuously tried to get rid of me.
After completing 8th grade, I left Government High School in Mangalpur due to financial constraints and began supporting myself by working as a labourer at various sites. It deeply affects me when people around me use demanding phrases like “ae maayichiya” (a derogatory word used for transgender individuals), “aarey chhakka aasi gala” (oh, a transgender has come), “ye chhakka kaam kale aame aithei rahibuni” (if this transgender will work, we won’t stay here).
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