Can inner beauty trump external beauty? Do we really value it or pay lip service? Let this story be a mirror to you. To Sparsh, Siya was his entire universe; for her, he barely existed. Sometimes, during the onset of puberty in class eight when unbridled hormones began playing havoc, Sparsh became aware of Siya physically. He was grateful for the attendant welcome somatic changes of adolescence, a respite from his otherwise ravaged existence. Afflicted congenitally with Open Spinal Bifida, doctors had opined that his health would be fragile at best and critical at worst and susceptible to...