“Bdhai ho Ladka hua hai ” everybody was so happy at my birth as my parents got blessed with a boy after many vows . Mom sometimes used to dress me up even in frocks , putting on a bindi too and playing with me out of fondness of motherhood . As I was growing , I never liked playing with the toy cars or bat-ball ,rather I would be happy playing ‘ghar-ghar’ with the girls in neighbourhood . I would rub my mother’s lipstick on my lips and play with her dupatta all day long . As I grew to enter a school , my teachers noticed some unusual traits . My teachers called my parents and said ” Your son sometimes shows feminine traits ” Slowly everybody could notice that I was showing bit queer identity . My mom now scolded me if I put on a bindi or asked for a dupatta .Once in a family function , one of my aunts asked me “What would you like to be when you grow up ? ” My quick answer was “I want to become Aai (mother)...
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