The Runaway Brinda
Brinda stared at the life size mirror in front of her; her gaze cold and clinical, as she tried to summarise the image staring back at her in three words. The words that came to her mind were confident, radiant and stylish. Privilege was the one thing that set those who had arrived apart from the wannabes, and privilege was something that Brinda possessed in sackfuls. This was a fact that Brinda was acutely aware of, for she was not born with a silver spoon in her mouth. Her life was anything but that of privilege, until her ‘parents’ decided to adopt her and bring her into their world of luxury and privilege. Some relationships are born from the depths of the human heart, and those, Brinda realised, were the best kind of relationships. Brinda recalled the warm welcome that she got when she first came home. Appa, Amma and Ajji adored her. She had a nice, big home, beautiful clothes and lots of toys. She got to eat yummy food, and soon, she began to look radiant and feel confiden...