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"As kids, whenever we'd travel to our nani's place traveling via train, my mother would hide me away when the eunuchs would enter the coach, even as I got excited to see them—the fact that they looked both male and female. In tenth standard, I would wear lipstick and throw my sister's dupattas over myself. My mother would initially dress me up like girls, but my father, who is very strict, had an actual, physical line outside the household that I wasn't supposed to cross. The overall shame and fear I would feel from society and my father turned me into a kid who was, most of the time, isolated and afraid," recalls entrepreneur and social worker Urooz Hussain.