“Was my life really like Black Beauty’s? A series of masters, no real choices, just making do with whatever came my way?”

Asha was a child like any other. Cherished by her doting father, she grew up poor but happy in the shaded embrace of the Shimla hills during the British Raj. He kept her isolated from the dynamics between the locals and the goras who had claimed the city for their own, until one day, his passing left Asha alone. As her childhood fell away overnight, Asha realised that there were some questions she would now need to answer for herself ?