|Sunset makes the Dhepa River in Dinajpur, shine.|
Tell the river not to flow? I don’t think so. In Majadanga beyond Dinajpur Town evening is on its way. The sunset sky makes the river sparkle. She’s dazzling! Shall we be blinded by nature’s collaboration and call it improper? Shall we tell the river not to shine?
|Bokul, Laili and Miss Maya, at home in Majadanga.|
In recent years the Social Welfare Department has been coordinating job skills training for hijras. Individuals can choose what they’d like to do: some hope to work in garments; others are learning to drive CNGs.
|Houses at Manab Palli, the Human Village.|
|Life at Manab Palli, shared by formerly landless families and hijras.|
It’s a common history. Bokul has no connection with her parents. They told her to get out – they never wanted to see her face again. “Nobody asks about us,” she says.
|Bokul, Laili and Miss Maya!|
|Let's cross the bridge!|
Family expectations, society’s expectations – as I leave I think how everybody faces such dilemmas, albeit less starkly. The freedom to be true to oneself, they have that, at enormous cost.
This article published in Star Magazine, here: Freedom