Sometimes I wonder

why every little luxury I buy in this land is accompanied by a piercing and perpetual feeling of guilt, for I can't evade the fact that there ar people around me - adults, kids and infants alike - deprived of even the very basic necessities of life; food, cloth and shelter. I see them lying half-naked under a dilapidated plastic sheet that makes the roof of their huts every inch of which is soaked by the brutal rain, from the cozy comfort of my car and pass unmoved. I hardly ever roll down its window to offer a coin or two to the sulking wet kids knocking and begging. I live in the middle of so much misery and yet remain apathetic to it.
There's no guessing.