Doing make-up is the first step to feed ourselves. We decorate ourselves with make ups, and roam to collect money. This is the main source of our income.
I feel so happy to see myself in these kinds of dresses. I feel like being in these kinds of dresses for the rest of my life.
Heading towards India for performance. Walking on foot when the public vehicle didn’t allow me to board on them.
Just because I belong to queer community, people hesitate to buy milk from me. It challenged me when I tried to start this work. It’s difficult to survive anyway.
In some part of our society, we are being accepted and taken care of too.
We, the members of our community, danced, performed Jhijhiya on the occasion of Dashain, enjoyed and felt so happy to share this moment with you.
I could also flourish like this plant, if I wasn’t not infected by the disease.
While travelling on the road, this vehicle may collide or strike anywhere. Same is my life. My life is so vulnerable socially, economically, physically and emotionally, so that any casualties may occur.
I am HIV positive. I take medicine and hide the plastics and covers of the medicines in this garbage. So, this garbage is helping me to save my shame.
I captured this picture because my face became rough. I captured them myself. Please see my face. Sometimes I think, what if my face becomes ugly, who will love me? What will I do? These kinds of thoughts revolve around my mind. That’s why I am sending these recordings.
When a person from our community drives a rickshaw, people hesitate to take a ride.
There are separate lines for male and female. Nothing else. What about us? Which line to join?
This reminds me of my mother, who works like this, and I talk to her, forgetting every problem, frustrations and pains.
Got no jobs. So, for the survival, I chose to drive rikshaw.
There are washrooms for males and females, but not for a queer. Don’t we exist here?
When we go to market, people tear the clothes, they don’t respect, sometimes they rape.
All these lights are the same as our lives are. But we are not given space to spread our lights.
Even the people who are devotees of God discriminate and hate us. I wonder how the change in common people will come.
No matter how much love and care we give to our family, they always mistreat us.
If I were a girl, I would also participate in this ritual.
A house of one of our community members, locked since very long, who has been abandoned from society.
While going to India for a dance performance, at the railway station, we need to sit on the lower level like this, because there is no space at the upper level for us.
Every eye sees the beauty of the world. But why do these eyes have a hatred perspective towards me?
They are living in very good unity and cooperation. This reflects our society. We could live a really happy life if we could also live like this.
I am sick again. I am taking medicine again. Whenever I take medicine, it's fine. But, right after a moment, I am again sick. I also have a scarcity of money now. I am wondering what to do?
My sister refused to touch my clothes, because I am HIV positive and I am taking medicine.
I am taking medicines for HIV. I get lots of love and care when I come to the office of BDS.
A person is misbehaving with one of our queer community members, just because they belong to our community and has kept long hair.
I wish I had such skill in my hand. I would be working till my old age and family members would not hate or discriminate against me.
This woman didn’t allow us to enter her house when we arrived to collect badhai, just because we are third gender people.
I remembered my childhood when I saw this. That was a time when I had no insecurities about anything, neither gender, nor diseases.