Story Of A Transgender – My name is Maya, belong from Asam. My parents had thrown me in a trash box when I born. I have lived a painful life.
It’s hard to get food, people treat us bad though sometimes good. Some say we won’t give you money still I bless them wholehearted.
I am not a female nor male. For daily living, if I go to work in houses, people taunt us saying no one is willing us to work in their home and get rid of by giving 100 rupees.
Some people tender me 500 rupees, 2000, 100, or 10 rupees and few don’t tender a single penny. Some people abuse me or slap me nevertheless I bless them.
Wednesday is a lucky day for me, I get money sometimes blanket, sometimes rice, sometimes wheat flour and sometimes cocking oil. All the same, I bless them.
One day, a car hit me and broke my leg. I don’t have control over what I can do. I start my work in the early morning from 6am to 10 am then again from 2pm to 7 pm. I have to look after Guru’s fees, my living, and my rent along with son’s education expanse.
My son is studying Bachelor of Art, I want to make him a doctor. God listen to my prayer and given a grandson to a family. In return, they given me 2000 rupees, Blanket, Sari, ration, cocking oil, turmeric means everything for a month.
I bless everyone whether he will tender me
tomorrow or day after. I only pray for well being for everyone.
