she tugged at the side of my tshirt. I got a little irritated and told her not to with my eyes. then she sweetly pinched my cheeks, more than once, and pulled my hair. partly out of resignation and partly out of affection I gave her what she asked for. she touched my head and blessed me, I felt good, as the good bhava in the blessing seeping in me.
have to say the bunch of hijras that I met in the train, both ways on my vacation trip were sweet, though the pinching was not that sweet as she bruised my face a little in the process.
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