You will always feel the reins are yours, but the road itself belongs to destiny - thus had proclaimed Brishtys father when she had decided to brave her chosen way to the world. Still unaware of the veiled conspiracies of the universe, Brishty had confided on her brain and brawn to push her way from a remote village in Assam to the gates of the La Sorbonne University, Paris. Life stood waiting till Brishty sprinted to her dreams, for its turn to take control and acquaint her with reasons that were inevitable and unasked yet powerful.Mysteries of the world often sustain not in forests, but somewhere amidst us - anonymous, oblivious and unnoticed. They do not crave recognition but persevere within the darkness of human minds in utmost silence.Hence, here is an instance of Brishty, the moonchild. Let the truth be unveiled
