A month ago, while I was returning back home, I heard someone shrieking for help. I got scared and ignored it. But as I moved forth, the voice seemed to become more intensified. I saw a little girl lying on the floor. She looked at me with tears in her eyes as if pleading for help. Her parents were lying dead near her while a man with a gun stood by her side. She continuously kept gazing at me but I couldn’t gather the courage to help her and fled.
I reached home and started pondering about the incident and criticized the man with the gun for being a criminal. But I soon forgot about it all.
Last night while I was returning from a movie with my friend, some criminals attacked us. I kept crying for help, but no one came forth to help and I lost my dear friend in front of my eyes. It was then I realised the pain of losing a dear one and feeling of helplessness, when there are people around you but still you are all alone.
All of a sudden a picture of the past incident came alive in front of my eyes and I felt numb. And then I heard my conscience questioning me “ are you a criminal” and my tongue uttered “ Yes, I am a criminal too”.