Not that it had happened for the first time. Not that I hadn’t done it before. BUT Yes, writing about it for the first time. YESTERDAY NIGHT- A gentle breeze kisses my forehead and wakes me up. As I lie awake staring at the moon, I hear the clock strike 2 (a.m.) . I get up to go to the washroom. I walk along the corridor. And as I open the door of the washroom, Oh No ! not again ! I see a cockroach lying down on the floor. I bend down to take a closer look. I look at the cockroach and the cockroach looks at me, then we fall in love, shit ! not the time for joke. The cockroach is lying at it’s back and on top of it are numerous ants. The cockroach moves its legs in pain and points its antennae at me, as though asking for help. I splash some water on him and see the ants clearing off. I keep the cockroach in a safe place where no more ants would trouble him and letting him peacefully wait for his death, I leave the room.- I knew I couldn’t save him from dying but seeing him suffer, I couldn’t even restrain myself from helping him. I know none of the people whom I know, my family, me friends,noone would even have cared to look at that poor creature . But y did I? How did I become this sensitive? How come the suffering of the creepiest creature makes me suffer too? I myself don’t have the answers to these questions. But wat would u do if u were in my shoe yesterday night? would u help ? or would u ignore the pleading call of that creature?