have I done something wrong?

They say I am different..

But my mother says I am special..

I am little bit confused..

Why they laugh at me and whisper into each other’s ears when they see me..

Whenever I complain to my mother how I feel, when they stare..

She hugs me and say “you are the most beautiful thing happened to me”..

I forget about them but in some corner of my heart, I feel, my mother is sad.. she is worried for me..

Why? Have I done something wrong? Am I not being good son?

 I never said and did anything wrong and always try to make people happy..

It is a beautiful one life that god has given us.. so I want to live it full..

I want to be a doctor when I will grow young..

I want to make my mother proud of me..

I want her to say “that is my son”..

Wait..

mother..why are they here?

Why are you letting them to take me away?

I don’t want to go with them?

Who are they exactly? I still do not have any idea..

Are they men? Or are they women?

They are saying.. I am one of them and I have to live with them now..

I am not getting this thing.. I just want to live with my mother..

It’s been a month since I saw my mother..

I am tired of crying and weeping now..

I know.. I will not see my mother again..

This is the life I am going to live now..

Now, I know why they were laughing at me..

Now, I know why they stared me..whispered in each other ears..

Yeah I am half male and half female..

But I am not the one who is responsible for this to be me..

I also wanted to grow normal.. I wanted to become a doctor..

I wanted to wipe people’s sorrow and wanted to convert those into happiness..

I wanted to convert people’s prayers to miracles..

With the first light of the day, I started dressing up..

There’s a wedding in my town..

I have to attend that, though I am not invited but I have to go..

This is the thing I have learnt in all these years.. and this is the thing I am going to do my whole life..

I am humming some songs, which I have to sing there..

One of my colleague is looking at me in the mirror, praising my beauty with her hand gestures..

She is just like me..

The house is big and everyone here is happy..

Ladies are dancing on dholak’s beats singing some folk songs.. dressed in sarees and suits..

Some gentlemen are managing the arrangements, mobile on their ears.. directing the managers what to be done and how the things are to be done..

Though, un-invited I am entering the house.. with my colleagues..

One has already started singing and other one is beating the dholak hanging from his neck..

There is fusion of sound of dholak with the loud sound of claps of my colleague..

I am joining the band now.. I am clapping.. I am singing..

Words are for the groom..

Words for his happiness.. for his blessings.. for everything which god should bless him..

I cannot fake it.. I really want him to be happy..

I really want that, god would convert his prayers to miracles..

I am home now.. the present home..

I am bit tired.. I want to take a nap..

One of my colleague.. came to me..

We have to go.. there was some seriousness in his voice..

I knew.. where we have to go..

I knew.. why we have to go..

I knew.. we have to bring that child into our family..