Daily Prompt : Guilty

In response to WordPress prompt : Guilty

Guilty As Charged!

Two days in a row Alice baked cookies for a bake sale. She put them in a cookie jar. She noticed one jar showed less cookies than she had filled.

She called her son Stephen to find out if he had seen his sister Helen  quietly eating the cookies.

Stephen walked in and immediately pleaded innocence. Mom he said, ‘I swear I did not eat the missing cookies.’

Alice looked at him and replied,  ‘How do you know I’ll ask about the cookies?’

Stephen’s face turned red, ‘I  thought you called me to find out.’

‘I can see a cookie thief in front of me,’ said Alice, ‘you better admit or you’ll be grounded for a week for lying.’

A week for eating a few cookies, it’s not fair Mom, but the politicians lie all the time why aren’t they grounded, they don’t steal cookies they steal money, no one punishes them!

Alice did not expect this and replied,   ‘I’m teaching you a lesson, so you do not tell lies or eat cookies without permission, and when you grow up you will not lie  or steal. At this moment You are guilty as charged!

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Daily Prompt: The Guilt that Haunts Me

Share a time when you were overcome with guilt. What were the circumstances? How did you overcome your guilt?

I cannot recall anything serious to feel guilty about. I remember when I was in the university residence, I had a roommate who always wore my clothes without telling me.

One day I noticed she was coming towards me in the corridor of the university, I was irritated to see she was wearing my new sari and the pair of sandals, I had just bought. I was disgusted and said nothing. She smiled and said, “O I’m wearing your sari and sandals.”

I gave her a hateful look and said nothing.

Next day the man from the laundromat came to collect the clothes we wanted him to take for washing, he would always unfold the clothes to make sure they were in good condition. He unfolded my new sari, there was a large tear, he pointed out and said, “Your sari is torn, I’m glad I unfolded it or you would have said, I tore it.”

You cannot imagine how angry I was, when I asked her about it she just said,”O it got torn.”

How? She didn’t care to tell me. I was not guilty at all for getting angry.

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365 Writing Prompts: The guilt that haunts me

Share a time when you were overcome with guilt.What were the circumstances? How did you overcome your guilt?

When I was studying in the university, my local guardian was my parent’s very good friend we all called him uncle, he was a very nice caring person.I was very homesick in the hostel, my uncle was aware of it. Every Friday he’d come to pick me up from the residence  to spend the week-end with his family and then dropped me off on Monday.

After I completed my studies I got a job and continued to visit him. One week-end for some reason I did not go to his house, I called him and told him I’d go to his place next week-end, he said he missed me, he had bought all kinds of food that I liked, I told him I’d see him the following week-end.

Next morning I got the newspaper it was weird I felt I must check the obituary list, first thing I read was my uncle’s name, he had died in the evening. I went to his house,his daughter-in-law and the Grand kids were there. I felt very sad, I spoke to him in the afternoon, he died the same evening.

I felt guilty for a while but was able to overcome it with the help of my friends.

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DP Daily Prompt: The Guilt that Haunts Me

This incident happened when I was in college. One day my classmate Hasina asked me if I was interested to go see a movie. She said, ‘there’ll be four of us,’ her aunt had agreed to accompany us as a chaperone. I agreed, I knew Hasina’s aunt will accompany us. Sr. Joseph Mary will let us go.

On the afternoon of that day, Hasina told me her aunt was unable to go because something’s come up. I knew we’d have to cancel our plan. But she convinced us,it won’t matter we’d go without the aunt and Sr. Joseph Mary won’t find out. At that time I thought who’d tell her no one would know.  That’s where I was wrong.

We came back to our residence ,we were happy we went. Then the most unusual thing happened.  One of the girl’s decided to tell Sr. Joseph Mary we had gone to the movie without a chaperone. One by one we were summoned to her office.  When my turn came, she asked me, why didn’t I tell her.  I felt guilty, for a few minutes I couldn’t speak.  I was asked the second time, not really prepared, like a fool I said, ‘I was afraid you’d be angry.’  She said,’Chaman,I really am disappointed.’ I stood there until I was allowed to leave.

One of my friend’s Evelyn, was disgusted with the tattler. She told her she was a snake in the grass, she was trying her best to get us into trouble,while she was free because she told the truth. Had she told us that she feels guilty,she’d tell the teacher,we all would go with her,she went quietly and made us look bad in the eyes of the teacher.

Evelyn didn’t like her approach, so she told her off. She tattled again. This time Sr. Joseph Mary called us to assemble in a classroom and gave us a long lecture about honesty.

We were guilty of breaking the college rules  so was the tattler. She cleverly turned it around and came out smelling like a rose.

Jaul Paatro Water-Pot: Poem by Tagore Translated by Ranu

O Lord, You are worthy of worship. My caste

You know O life-giver.

Rabindranath Tagore won the Nobel prize for literature. It is the first Nobel prize won by Asia. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Still you pushed every one

why did you come

in front of me!

A filled water-pot on my side

I was walking along the field

on a very warm   mid -afternoon

I was coming to my house.

You were thirsty and wanted water___

I am a poor woman

how can I offend you,

it cannot be my preference!

I lowered my water-pot and bowed to you

said I , ‘do not make me feel guilty’.

Hearing this, you looked at me conqueror of the world;

you laughed and said O earthen-pot carrier,

wherever there is piety on this earth

filled with beautiful greenery,

likewise  your

pious feet are kissing the ground.

Beauty doesn’t  have any caste,

she is always free.

The crimson dawn

dresses her in its own ornament;

the star-filled night

strings her garland

listen to me,

hundreds of water-lilies have no caste.

In the middle of it was revealed heaven’s  clean desire

are they impure too.

Where the Creator with his own hands created

daily the entire universe .

With tear-filled eyes you said this

and went away.

Since then

I take this fragile pot at day-break daily

I cover it with  diverse line of painting.

O powerful one come down

so she could worship your grace.