ARUMGUMA Revathi.
The history is written on yellowed parchment-lived by the passage of time. Make a dent in her wrinkled skin rough unspeakable crimes and atrocities perpetrated among siblings and peers, locked in a perpetual dance of death of animosity.
If we could provide it with the literary device of personification, the story would take the form of an elderly mourner, mortally wounded in an endless agonizing process.
Where does such evil? How did we get here? Are unanswered questions such as fumaroles amounting to a leaden sky and shattered to see such suffering, calamities and injustices.
This compote, fortunately, is also peppered with trips and lumps of sugar, giving it a much more pleasant taste delightful to the palate. Drama and such travel in the same train, which derailed sometimes, others arrive at your destination, with a letterhead last of joy and welcome.
The article chronicles my morning starts with a rancid taste like burnt carrion.
In the target, as a nameless default, Arumguma Revathi, a Hindu man whose only "crime" was to feel like a woman born in the body "wrong" from a man.
We have become accustomed in the big cities so-called "first world" to look with tolerance or even indifference to all sorts of bizarre paraphilias, trends abstruse, eccentricities ...
Gay, drag queens, transsexuals, masters, submissive, voyeurs, zoophilic, slaves, local "Swingers" are perfectly embedded in an open-minded society, which has drawn back the curtains of repression to enjoy their sexuality or identity, without the conditions constraining the darkness and secrecy.
In a still underdeveloped country like India, such freedoms may be subject to an aggravated cruelty.
Arumguma Revathi (Photo above start article), was beaten in a vicious and merciless by his own brothers when he appeared dressed as a woman in a religious festival.
Fearing for his life, fled to New Delhi when he was only 13 years old.
years would be engulfed by ferocious claws of several disastrous decisions, which would result in the seedy world of prostitution as a boulder that is thrown by the steep face of a cliff.
At this crucial stage of his life aggression as concatenated a whiff of merciless blows, they would find their epitome in a hospital room where the man who healed their wounds pierced again, broaching: "this happens to you for not acting like the man you are."
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