This story has primarily been narrated from the point of view of an acid attack survivor.
For someone like an acid attack survivor, life is no bed of roses. They have faced the harshest reality and pain. The physical pain that one might convulse through is totally secondary as compared to the mental stress, strain, inferiority complex and depression. For someone beautiful, physically, life becomes a series of appreciation and proposals, but for someone with nothing but the remnants of a bitter accident on her face, life is anything but pleasant.

Anindita Mukherjee.
She came, she saw and she conquered.
This is her story of rising from the ashes, like a mighty phoenix.
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Blurb:

"Beauty is not what attracts the eye; but that what captures the heart." -Anonymous

"Hypothetically speaking; life is a journey, physical beauty is materialistic and love is priceless.
Hypothetically, our requirements when it comes to 'our life partners' are:
Personality
golden heart
love
respect

But we humans are hypocrites! Hypothesis can never walk hand in hand with practical life

When filling the form on a matrimonial site... Isn't it always that the description begins with 'fair and beautiful' or 'well settled and handsome'?

Do we not look at the mirror, at our own reflection and judge ourselves harshly?

I look at the mirror each day too. The difference is that I see myself in a different light than the rest of the world.

They look at me and judge me instantly... And I...
Well I happen to know myself better.
I know that my abilities are far beyond what greets me in the mirror each day.
I know that I desire more emotions from people than just pity and sympathy...

You ask me what is wrong with me?
I'd reply I am fine... Because I really am

My reflection is perfect for me...

I am more than a face. I am more than just physical beauty.
I am that fire which will someday burn down this typical society..."
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Anindita; her name means 'beautiful and virtuous'
She has been the center of her father's universe and the reason of her mother's smile.

They were never rich... But they could afford her name... Her name that was her identity and whose meaning was synonymous to her appearance.

Life isn't a bed of flowers... And neither is hers... This is her story...

Of a swan turning into an ugly duckling...

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This story doesn't aim to hurt or offend anyone's sentiments.
A work of pure fiction straight out of my own imagination.
I do not support plagiarism of any sort