Guilt.

I passed away that night. They came knocking at my door , but alas! - some times we are a bit too late.

It was summer. That day i came home very late. Going through my books i realized how humanity has progressed , yet , at times, it is so far away from finding a comprehensive arguments even on the most fundamtenal aspects of life.

As i looked at my dog , i realized how the 'animal' word is most strikingly different to word 'human'. Ahh! we humans can call eachother animals, but do we call animals , human? I wonder what humans are up for under such circumstances. They surely like to bring their fellow humans down , to an animal level , but they dont like to lift animals to human level. Wonder why?

Feel for power. Humans like to feel that they are powerful , hence they dont like to share their 'epoch'.I took my dog for a walk. I didnt him particulary interested in the walk that day , why? Only it can answer. Such pity , it has lived its entire life but i cant understand what it says but when i call its name , - its as if we are communicating in the same language. For it the only thing that mattered was , Master. I wondered how many humans are looked down as , because they cant speak in a particular language. They cant talk in a proper accent. But shall we remember thats its beyond such iconoclastic aspects of our materialistic life? Do we? Shall we? We should.

We came back , and sat together in my room. It has always been lonely here. For years after years. But that day it was something more about everything in the room. There was life in all those things which were scattered all over my place. I didnt feel lonely there. As i ran my fingers through my dog's hair , i heard a gun shot. My dog ran out and i followed.

Outside i saw two young men aiming a gun at another one , yelling at him and saying - 'Run if you can'. They were consistently shooting at him. One shot , Second shot... The guy twists and turns.. Third shot...All in the legs! They wouldnt kill him. They wouldnt let him live. And me , i was only shocked. Shocked to the utter death. In such a state even my brain will stop working , when i could only just think how the young guy is taking each bullet at a time. Then the ran away.

Finally , my brain made me think and i called an ambulance. I couldnt look into his eyes - a guilt is always the biggest disaster that can happen to a human. Its even worse than a cancer. It kills you slowly and it leaves you with no way out of it too. I couldnt digest such human indifference to other humans. I couldnt think , but my dark would bark. Bark as loudly as the sound of a thunder bolt. But , i couldnt make any move. And then this only stuck in my head like a guilt. A guilt that kept on sliting me slowly.

But this left opened so many questions for my old , every dying brain. What is that higher cost which can make any human kill fellow humans? Religions , sects , creeds, nationalisms , etc. are they all containing values higher enough than a value of human life? How come humans stoop to such low levels in just few moments? What is that higher cause which makes humans worse than any other creature on earth? Why we stop thinking and run through the emotions when our claim is that we are the only 'thinking' specie of the planet?

They say life goes on - everything settles down eventually. But that day i got killed. Those moments came knocking at my door to stop someone from such a fate, but alas! - sometimes we really are a bit too late.