And as you cried out, the mirror shook. The image was gone. You applied the brakes and parked the vehicle on to the side. As you rolled down the windows to get some fresh air, the wind turned the pages of the road map. And your eyes got hooked to a signpost there. It read thus:

"So if the Son sets you free, you will be free indeed."

You thought about it. But you could not understand what it meant. But still you knew that it spoke about being set free. It also told you that if you are thus set free, you will always be free!

You looked around to see if someone could help you to know what it meant. You saw someone taking a stroll in the meadow nearby. You rushed to him. But he just shouted to you to leave him alone. You came back to the side of the road. You frantically tried to flag down the passing cars. But no one stopped for you.

You broke down and wept. Your whole body shook. And as you rested by the tree trunk, the gentle wind kissed you to sleep.

And the nightmare returned. The same prison. Now burning hot. You are still crawling. Each prison bar stood strong preventing your escape. Shame like molten lava burned your mind. And again you cried out in your sleep: "Oh, who shall set me free!"

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