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guilty conscience
The moment sleep comes; I get up perspiring profusely, her cry for help ringing in my ears.
Whatever may be one’s karma, no one deserves this gruesome end.
I showed cowardice and am doomed for my whole life.
I was just passing by when I witnessed the most heinous crime.
They were four men, behaving worst than an animal.
I was intimidated by their number.
I thought they will kill me if they see me, so I can’t help her anyway.
I can find excuses to console me. But the fact remains.
I could have done something to help her.
Sharing Thoughts 
the pain of failure is better than that of regret 🙂
thanks for sharing this.
love and light ❤
Vikram 🙂
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He will certainly think like that but it’s too late. Thanks for reading and commenting. Love and light to you too.
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Dear Indira,
Could this person really have helped? How many people live with this kind of guilt. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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That’s what I was thinking. Thanks for encouraging comment. Shalom.
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It would take real courage to help but I suppose that feeling of guilt would always be there. It is so sad. Well written.
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So true. Thanks for the comment.
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We read in many places about people being passive spectators to such crimes. I wonder what they must be thinking.
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Yes dear. I was wondering too. Thanks for reading.
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Oh my..what horror you have left to my imagination!
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Real incident was more horrific dear. Can’t understand how can a man be so ghastly.
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Guilt is the gap between our values and the pragmatic course of behavior. Great write. 🙂
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So true. Thanks.
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