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I did something today that almost everyone does, but i don't know how many of them have thought so deeply about it... may be I'm the one jobless to muse on such things n to get confused too.

I killed a cockroach today. Sounds like a confession. Yea... I didn't wanna put that rude act of mine in poetic words.

I've never conciously done such an act. I usually shove these slimy creatures off n make sure that they survive after my gigantic fingers put them in another spot. But today's intruder was singularly huge. The very sight of him (yea..."him".Mark of respect for the departed soul,purely out of guilt) turned off my stomach. My face squirmed and I didn't think for a moment before murdering him with the usual weapon our forefathers taught us to use...the broom stick.

As he lay there unmoving, something crossed my mind..."What wud b the world like if everyone starts slaughtering whomever they find disgusting?? Can we really do that? Just because these insects r mute n they don't have rebellious frnds n relatives to attack us with vendetta, we go around takin millions of lives ... I know its highly impossible to live with insects n rodents all around- one sucks ur blood, one enjoys ur cookies, another jus answered nature's call at the corner of ur room... So r v justified in killing them?