He was a Hijdra (ہجڑا) (a transvestite). His name was Raja. I always found him sitting or dancing under an oak tree. It seemed to be his living place. There was a rag folded with a pillow lying on one side of the tree, and a Pitcher with the water on the other side. Most of the time he used to hum while dancing,
“I am the lover of my beloved, I am the lover of my beloved, one day I will visit Him.”
When he sang, he pointed out to the shrine (the grave of the saint) nearby and then to the sk