A Eunuch On Train

A Eunuch(kinner)On Train A beautiful lady in saree, sat beside, in a hurry. In a local train, to reach ‘Howrah’ in rain . Dressed in vibrant, female in appearance. Suddenly, she clapped her fingers apart, on her seat, When asked to push a bit. She misunderstood, A manly voice emerged. “Why should I stand” she budged. Unstoppable she burst. “Why are we only cursed?” “We are the third gender in position. Male, female and kinner from generation. For a moment, i sat there numb. Without uttering , like a dumb. I could read her insecure mind a lot. “Aren’t they humans?” I thought. “Where are they at fault ?” By default a twist in their life arrives. Dismissed they are to be a wife, nor husband by chance. “How do their living enhance?” No gradation, opportunities,nor education. They earn their living in hesitation. Discarded at every place. Let’s stop this gender race in grace.