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Local train ka ladies compartment
Transition ke baad pehli baar ladies compartment mein chadhi. Dil itni zor se dhadak raha tha.
Neela Aasmaan
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Kolkata ki local train mein ladies compartment mein chadhne ka faisla karna meri zindagi ke sabse mushkil faislon mein se ek tha. Main hafton tak platform pe khadi rehti, general dabbe mein chadh jaati, aur khud ko kosti.
Ek din baarish thi, general mein bheed thi, aur ek aunty ne mera haath pakad ke ladies dabbe mein kheench liya. "Bheeg jaogi, andar aao," unhone kaha. Unhone ek second ke liye bhi nahi socha ki main yahan kyun hoon.
Andar ek college ki ladki khidki ke paas baithi thi. Usne apna bag uthaya aur mere liye jagah bana di. Saamne wali aunty ne apne tiffin se jhalmuri offer ki.
Bees minute ka safar tha. Kisi ne kuch nahi poocha, kisi ne ghoora nahi. Jab main utri, toh jhalmuri wali aunty ne kaha, "Kal bhi isi train mein aana, main roz 8:10 wali pakadti hoon."
Main aaj bhi 8:10 wali train pakadti hoon. Hum ab ek chhota sa group hain — ek aunty, ek college student, ek nurse aur main. Log kehte hain duniya bahut kathor hai. Kabhi kabhi, woh sirf ek dabba door hoti hai.
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Trans woman, school teacher, Kolkata. Writing the stories I needed when I was fifteen.
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Har line mein itni sachchai hai. Bahut dino baad kuch itna achha padha.
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