Kavita’s day begins at 7 am in her little house on Hosa Road, on the outskirts of the city. The first thing she does after waking up is pray for a good day ahead. An hour later, she sets off on her journey, meeting hundreds of nameless faces at Bangalore’s traffic signals, who dole out cash when she claps. She mumbles blessings and curses at them. After sunset, she gets picked up by faceless clients at Majestic’s dark subway. At the end of the day, she struggles to wash these memories off her body and mind.
“I have been a sex worker since I was 14. Back then, I did not know that using condoms would keep HIV/AIDS away. But, I am sick now and I will have to live with it till the end,” says Kavita, now 30, a transgender living with HIV since 2004. She insists that all her customers use condoms when they have sex with her, so that they don’t fall “sick.”
Unlike her contemporaries, Kavita is not receiving Anti-Retroviral Therapy (ART). She hasn’t visited an ART centre out of fear that she might be shunned by her family if they learn that she is HIV infected.