A story of Lalana, who is a mother, a man-narrated through the sense of motherhood and otherness
'My dear child,
If your father has left an indentation on my ring finger,
And you stretch marks on my stomach,
He has likewise left a permanent engraving.'
The story of Lalana, a transgender man who gave birth to a daughter.
Going back in time to her daughter's first birthday, at the dining table where her husband and daughter blow out the birthday candle together, she finds out that she is a man in the body of a woman; she finds out that she is, in truth, a man.
And once he admits to his husband that he has changed, his answer is- he can't embrace what Lal is, and he needs time to come to terms with it.
Then, during that time of change, Lal meets a man.
He has a house on Song Wat road, and that house becomes Lalana's refuge. From the day they met by chance onwards, Lal has visited him again time after time, reason after reason, for carnal desires and bodily passions that he has for him, and for the compassion that he shows Lal-shows Lal's male self.
