The evidence of conscience - Laila banu
I walked among the morning crowd on a busy road. I turned my head unconsciously. An impulse to turn when someone stared at us for more than a few seconds. There was a man who was looking in our direction. I was on the opposite road and hesitated to cross because of the heavy vehicles. But still, I reached him; he sat by a closed shop with his little daughter, who was in a school uniform. I gave him a notice and explained our walk. He read a few lines and lifted his head. “Good. I have never taken money for a vote. You are walking 450 km?” “Yes, we are. We are asking for a thumb imprint in a white cloth from people who are saying they will not get money for a vote. There are 200 people who gave us their vows. Are you willing? ”. He nodded his head. I turned towards Sibi, who gave notice on the other side. I gestured to him. Suddenly that man said, “Well. There is no need for a thumbprint; I have never gotten money for a vote, that's it.” He spoke slightly louder than before. I stopp...