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Are we corrupted? (My son and me)

Stepping from my luxurious car while adjusting my suit buttons, I found Peebles blocking my way.

In hyper state of mind I kicked it away and felt relief, that finally my way was cleared, where I could pull my shades up and walk.

The way today seemed a long journey to me as every step I was taking felt like a burden to my feet. What haunted me like a ghost was the question which my son raised to me in the morning that “Dad what is corruption?”.

Where in a joyful manner that my 10 yrs old son was growing mentaly I replied “son, it is nothing but a name given to the act where you work for some rewards, which is not ethical or legal in the way or it happens to be your duty to perform it”.

Murmuring inside for a long period of time he replied “than am I corrupted?”

I blew a laugh over it, watching my reaction carefully he said “ Dad, I bathe and change my clothes only when you pay me with money, I work for you only when you bring some gifts for me also I always hope for reward in return for everything I do, while it is my duty to do it”.

“Mom always says, it's my duty to perform the household tasks and take care of myself to be strong in future. Still I force you to pay me for everything I do for myself. So am I not corrupted?”

Holding my breath down to my knees, I wanted to say that no, it's my duty to fulfill all your wishes but I couldn't gather up my courage to speak a word of conclusion to the question he raised, finally I put down few words “ Where did you learn about it?”

“What?” He replied 

“Corruption I mean “. I said 

“Dad, its all over there in the TV, in schools my seniors always speak about it and says we should punish the corrupted people. So I was curious what it means” he said in much enthusiasm.

I couldn't meet the curious gaze of my son. I, grabbed my stuffs and left for work.

Every milestone felt like a warning signboard to me, while every word of his crossed through my brain and gave me nausea.

Corruption is the word I have lived since my childhood and never wanted to get involved in this sort of practices but situation knocked me down and now I, am seen as one of the most corrupted beaurecrates in the same society. 

I was familiar with the word coming from the whole world but why when it came from my son's mouth I, felt like a sword pulling my chest, as if he was the judge of all my sins.

Each passing minute could not heal my burning heart and restless mind hence, I walked towards my office cabin.

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