Love In The Time Of Affluenza is a story about an ostensibly happily married woman belonging to the upper crust of Mumbai society, who discovers to her horror that her best friend is having an affair. She expects the very worst, and in a way wants the very worst for her, but when it happens, the outcome is far from what she expected.
It is a common human foible to judge other people, especially people we perceive as different. We make up our minds about people based entirely on how they look and by the choices they make. I am no exception.
Over a baked John Dory and angel hair pasta at lunch one day with a friend from Delhi, I learnt unexpected things about an acquaintance from our extended social circle. The woman under discussion had created quite a stir when, one fine day, she left not only her perfectly decent husband but also abandoned their children. A month later, she reappeared on the arm of another man. You would see her turn on the charm with other men at parties over the years, and it was apparent that she thrived on being desired. But nobody expected her to actually take a lover, that too sans the baggage of children.