Who Am I?

When you run out of excuses to give yourself you will find me.

I am omnipresent.

When Bipin cracked open the second bottle of alcohol while his mother lay in her deathbed hoping to see his face; I was right beside him.

When Kiran let herself be sexually abused by her uncle because she thought she deserved it; i was watching her.

When Ranveer mentally tortured his weak peers; laughed at their inadequacies just because he thought unlike him they could never have lived through his parent’s constant fights and domestic violence, I laughed with him.

When Aditya declined his wife’s call for the fourth time; caring about his sick daughter not the least; just so he can please himself with the physical love he has bought for an hour, I was around the corner.

When Rina stole money from her friend’s purse without knowing that she was pregnant and in need of it; just so Rina could buy beauty products she couldn’t afford; to impress men who shall never see beyond her face, I looked from at her from a distance.

When Abdullah paid his innocent, poor labourers half of what they deserved because he had to save money for that big car; I was there.

When Manash confused harassment for love and hurt the woman he was supposed to care about; i stood by him.

I was present with them and I am present with you.

Just look back;

You will find me.

ask once;

You will hear me.

I am your guide to the raw sense of morality.

I am your friend who will help you derive a human out of the animal you are.

I have forever been a witness to your mistakes and the mistakes of your forefathers and of their ancestors.

But often if you do look back and happen to ask me;

Perhaps mistakes will only be contemplation.

Regret will only be procrastination.

Perhaps Bipin with smash the bottle to the ground and run back home.

Perhaps Kiran will push away her uncle and start screaming at the top of her lungs.

Perhaps Ranveer will be kind to others since his parents couldn’t be kind to him.

Perhaps Aditya will pick up his wife’s call; he will go back to his daughter to please his soul.

Perhaps Rina will put the money back in her friend’s purse and find herself more beautiful in the mirror.

Perhaps Abdullah will have a smaller car but his labourers would get to have a bigger meal.

Perhaps Manash will learn to let go and try to respect love than to own it.

I will wait, I will be here.

Hopefully, they will find me.

Afterall;

I am their conscience.