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It is difficult to tell you my story without choking on my
words and wetting my eyes. Nevertheless I’ll give it a try. I am an ordinary
person just like you. I dream, hope love and want to be loved, just like you.
Aged twenty, I live with a group of like-minded people whose stories are
different from mine, yet astonishingly similar if you care to pay a closer
look.
I always knew I was different. Of course, we are all
different, that’s not what I mean. I was different in a way people found
unsettling and imperfect. Have you ever wondered what it is like to feel and
think like a woman but to be expected to behave like a man because of a cruel,
sadistic game of fate? I doubt it. Well, I was intimidated beyond measure that
I wanted to shrink to the size of a speck of dust and freely fly around
unnoticed.
I may have looked like a man but I always wanted to be a woman;
I am a woman. My parents never
understood me; I feel they never tried to. To them I was a cursed lump of flesh
that grew in my mother’s cursed womb just to bring shame and ill-luck to the family.
Taunted, teased, bullied and assaulted, I was the tip of many a rude joke. The
wounds family and society inflicted mercilessly on me still feel fresh and the
pain, searing.
Unable to bear it any longer, I fled with no particular
destination in mind. I began my journey of escape. I soon found people like me
and I can’t explain the relief I felt to be taken into their fold, to be seen
as part of family. They took care of my needs, taught me how to earn a living
and loved me for what I was. I find it strange that my own family saw me as a
stranger but a group of strangers made me a part of their family. This was where
I belonged, before my soul lost its way and entered the lump of flesh in my
mother’s womb by a fateful error.
For the first time in my life, I felt at peace. It felt good
to be back home, away from home.
This post was written for the IndiSpire prompt
Write a story ending with "..... It felt good to be back home."#MyStory
and http://ultimateblogchallenge.com/
Beautifully written, Vidya. Its true that we come to terms of life eventually and understand why some places never gave us comfort, for we always belonged to a place somewhere else, a place called Home.
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Yes, home is where the heart is! Thank you so much for stopping by Tanishq :)
DeleteNicely captured the thoughts and emotions...
ReplyDeleteThank you :)
DeleteVery touching if I have understood right...u have extremely sensitive heart and fantastic vocab to make expression strong
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, and it is true that I'm a sensitive person!!
DeleteIt's a great post Vidya! Your words , the emotions have come across so beautifully!
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot Sonal, I spent some time struggling to put myself in the shoes of the character.
DeleteThis is so beautifully penned. Very well expressed.. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot!
DeleteThis is so beautifully penned. Very well expressed.. :)
ReplyDeleteThis is a topic that most people shy away from, Vidya. Hats off to you for attempting such a piece. Unfortunately, transgenders are a group of people who are still shunned in our society. Hopefully, we can be the change that we want to see.
ReplyDeleteI know. This issue has been on my mind for quite some time. I strongly feel our society needs to rethink its views on expression of sexuality and gender. Thank you for solidarity!!
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