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Articles: My Thoughts | Laziness
- Sandhya Sandhya
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I see him every day.
Every day I pass by him my conscience screams at me.
'why dint you get that today?'
'you promised you would bring him the shawl?'
'let me make it tomorrow.'
'yes it shall be tomorrow.'
I tell myself.
On my way back I see the tattered old figure
bundled up like a germinating seed.
His white beard shining in the light sprinkled all over him by the street light.
The little space under it is all that he calls his home.
Every day I see him shivering I promise myself to get him the shawl resting in the darkness of my wardrobe.
Perhaps the shawl too is not happy with its existence , not being use full to anyone.
I wake up in the morning .I remember my task but laziness overtakes me.
From the depths of my brain it screeches and screams
'not today.'
'lets make it tomorrow.'
'Now u will have to remove it from its cave and dust it and.... cant it wait for another day?'
It gets better of me.
On my way to work I search for the old leper .
I see a crowd nearby.
'He died of the cold yesterday night'
I see some people showing their sympathy for him.
But deep down my heart I feel a pinch.
May be I killed him.
with my laziness,yes i killed him.
what was I trying to do?
satisfy my conscience by giving him the shawl or was I really bothered about his comfort?
How many of us really give out of concern?
Many of us delay things for a devil called laziness.
I was a victim save youself.
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