1 Her Life

Her name was Krittika. She was a small child. Aged only fifteen. She had a beautiful life, two loving parents and a small sister. Her life was much better than any other girl's. Her family was not rich yet satisfied with what they had. They lived in a small cottage in the suburbs of India. She and her sister Jessica walked a long way to the city for getting education. She was a bright student. She was the most educated girl among her family members. Her beauty was beyond any compliment. She was as white as milk with scarlet cheeks and pointed nose. Lips perfectly shaped. Black hair with some brown highlights and eyes like black diamond. Her figure was perfect. No one could complain about it. Wide chest and curved waist. She was the most precious thing one could get. Their parents had no problem in living in the city but because of the disturbance caused by various boys, they had moved on to the suburbs. They had a beautiful garden outside their cottage, where they grew flowers. They sold the flowers in the city and earned their living. Apart from studies, Krittika worked as an artist on the streets. She also gave tuitions to younger students. She had many friends in school but the number of foes she didn't even knew existed was much more. She studied in class ten and had already passed through hell. Her childish behaviour had changed. She had stopped talking and she was not even interested in paintings anymore. Her parents were upset with their child. People ostracized the family. No one came for tuitions. Her father's flower business was running at loss. People neglected them. They were considered among the untouchables. What did the little child do? What was her fault? She didn't even understood life fully but she had already experienced a lot. She went through mental and physical tortures and now the only thing she wanted was freedom from all the pain and miseries. She wanted to escape from her life.