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Whose Apple Is It Anyway? by Abhinav Rao
 

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  • Was walking home really hungry the other day and saw a fruit cart on the side of the street and without thinking snatched an Apple and ran inside the nearest dark alley to eat in peace.

    As i was about to eat the Apple I saw an old man huddled in a corner, all alone crying, crying and trying to ride the pain but i knew then that it would not work but he cried anyway.

    After what seemed an eternity the old man got up and i was able to clearly see him. There seemed something vaguely familiar about that old man though you wouldn’t think that looking at him. He was clearly very old, almost bald with only a few hairs to keep out the blistering sun, his clothes had seen better days too long back. He was walking with the help of a stick and not too well at that. Most of his teeth were gone and he could not see very well cause he kept squinting his eyes at me.Clearly here was someone ready for the last journey.

    Looking at him, i suddenly realised why the old man looked so familiar. I realised i was looking at myself if i ever managed to live to that age.

    The old man then walked up to me and said, ” hi i am your conscience”. to say i was stunned would be an understatement.well he then explained to me how my actions over the course of my life had eroded my conscience with the result that though i was just 26 years my conscience had well lived for over 90.

    My inability to act on the injustices that i had seen had robbed him of the use of his eyesight. My inability to act on the wrongs that i heard had robbed him of his hearing and my reluctance to stand for what i believed in had robbed of him of movement.Here was my conscience ravaged by my very actions.It was like staring at everything wrong i had done all my life. Clutching that stolen apple in my hand i was overcome with sadness and vowed never to steal an apple again.

    As i left that alley i once again came upon the fruit cart piled with various fruits but remembering my vow did not take an apple.

    Stole a peach instead. :-)
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