I can’t help it, it’s what I feel. And I can’t change it, nor can I explain it. I was just naïve enough to believe that the people closest to me would get it. I don’t understand how a biological condition can end up defining how we are supposed to live – what kind of work we should do, how we should dress, how we should feel, whom to love? How to walk! It seems like the only way I can exist is if the world can decode me according to a gender. Anything else makes people uncomfortable and my existence becomes a freak show.
― Nandita Basu, Rain Must Fall