She came in as hijra (eunuch) in a train, asked for money clapping her hands loudly near my face. I looked straight into her eyes calmly; she resented quickly and withdrew her glance. Her eyes were so expressive that it spoke tons within seconds. I gave her a ten rupees note and asked, ‘‘You are a mother…aren’t you??”
She hurriedly ran off without taking money, her face messed up by tears.
