What being Free meant for her..

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 23; the twenty-third edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. The theme for this month is FREE.

Her eyes broadened on watching that banner that read 1 on 1 free. The time was there again when the off season sale and discounts were round the corner, on nearly every shop, and even the best brands were offering so much. Kriti, a fond lover of shopping, was extremely delighted to see that. Her wardrobe collection was so large that her almirah now failed to contain her materialistic wishes anymore.

Free as a bird, as she was often quoted by her friends, she did not bother about anything when it came to following her heart. She came running to her home to pick up her wallet and grab some money to catch up with the best offer in the town.

Mom, I am going to the market, 1 on 1 free offer. I'll be back in an hour or so. Don't wait for me, have your lunch, bye.....

Wait, Kriti, Kritiiii...

But Kriti was so euphoric that she almost forgot everything else. She had been like that only, flying in the air with her tunes playing in the background for her, that is how she was. She used to live life, the way it should be lived. Kriti, a topper from her school days, used to top in university exams as well, but she wasn't one of the kind who would sport heavy specs and be buried into books always. Stunning she was, she left many guys drooling over her.

She rushed to the market and purchased heaps of stuff, many of which were most certainly of one time use only. Careless, yes she was, but regretting things she did, no, that wasn't just her type. She came back and lied down on the bed thinking about her to-do list. Yes, she made that list once and updated it pretty regularly so that the hassles of life never become too much for her to handle. She almost had a perfect balanced approach towards life.

But there was something that people did not know of her. She used to write a diary entry everyday. Every diary entry was written to God. Yes, every day she wrote to God, she believed madly in Him and His existence. And everyday she wrote the same thing...

Please God, help me, rescue me!

Kriti's brother had died long back, and she wanted to un-jail herself from the memories that imprisoned her. She wanted to move on, perhaps that's why she wandered around presuming it to be her dreamy land. Her parents made sure that she never had the lack of anything.

Kriti was a perfect girl, just that she needed to be rescued, to be freed, to be loved so much that she forgets almost everything.

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