10 Min Read 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.