The Indian N-word

As a gender confused boy, I knew deep inside I was like them, yet I joined my friends and the insulting crowd to vote them off the train. After they left at the next station, I sensed a sigh of relief from everyone. I felt so ashamed and the entire episode kept haunting me. I was so sacred and worried that I might turn out like them begging in the streets for money. The N-word gave me the chills. I decided whatever issue I am dealing with, I will never be know by the N-word.
During my recent trip to India, while my friend Kalki and I were strolling in a crowded market place in Pondicherry, an elderly man on a bicycle looked at us and used the N-word. I was shocked and didn’t know how to react. But my friend Kalki ran after him to made sure he regretted for using the N-word. She said “ if we don’t correct him now, he will keep using it one some else”.
As a helpless boy, I felt sad that I couldn’t stand up for those two transgender women. Now I understand how it feels when you are insulted for being who you are.
Though I have developed a thick skin for these insults, I have learned to stand up for people like me.
Today I am proud to be known as a Hijra or whatever you may call me.
Though I have developed a thick skin for these insults, I have learned to stand up for people like me.
Today I am proud to be known as a Hijra or whatever you may call me.
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